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.
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.