Half Moon,
too soon
nearly gone;
and I alone
face the darkness-
enveloping, silent, accusing…
Tick, Tock,
world rocks
on its axis
awaiting the crescent
bright, effervescent
that marks the nights
where Summer delights
fade into long Autumn shadows.
Half again
as much as when it
was only half.
How swiftly doth
the light recede.
Like her face, my heart
waxes and wanes twixt
half and half not.
But on the full days we glow
magnificent!
Cheryl KP
copyright 2016
Love your words of the moon, Cheryl!
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She has become my muse of late. Thanks!
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Very nice 🙂
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Thanks. Have a great week Dan!
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You too!
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Thanks! 😊
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