A Waning Moon
A waning moon frowns at the sunrise
Conceals herself behind a passing cloud
Wonders why she must be his reflection
Sit silently behind his shining loud.
A rising sun peeks o’er horizon’s beauty
To catch a glimpse of loves reflected glow
Searching through the stars forever glory
His aura but a costume just for show.
Their fingers but the touch of warmth and coldness
Stretched across the heavens dark to light
She clinging to the frail remains of darkness
He reaching out at daybreak for the night.
Knowing that the gods must be deranged
In deeming that such lovers be estranged.
John G. Lawless
©10/16/2022
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