Thē clouds cleared
a hole to see
a place behind beckoning thee
She stares up there
at thē crescent moon
hung on beams
like a porch swing
an empty place
to sit and reflect
on thē
storms that pass over
We see
anew
day
a new way
Thē night will not last
forever
it is already a part of the past
thē lunar light illuminates
All of her shrouded secrets
never
before it dawns
on us
all the while
we slept
we wept
the moon was reflecting
over thee.
a hole to see
a place behind beckoning thee
at thē crescent moon
hung on beams
like a porch swing
an empty place
to sit and reflect
storms that pass over
We see
anew
day
a new way
forever
it is already a part of the past
All of her shrouded secrets
never
before it dawns
on us
all the while
we slept
we wept
the moon was reflecting
over thee.
Image By NASA of Crescent Earth from our moon in the foreground (http://spaceflight.nasa.gov/gallery/) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
