Crescent Moon

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.

Peace Angel

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