The crescent moon
to a sliver grew
then waned,
thinning into New.
I couldn’t find you.
The hope of
the whole became
a beacon
in my heart.
In that long
sightless night
another moon
was true.
You ripple
soft blue
black wings
a manta ray
curling under
clear salty
ocean
I feel the thin
wake of your
gliding
bringing beauty
to the cry
of my pinched
heart
I want to follow
the curve
of your wings
that great glide
deep through
green
black
even
sightless
depths
I keep your
shadow light
form
in view
as I dive
the wake
of my heart
rippling
I descend
in search
of your silent
peace
