November 26, 2015

Nobody Knows

I awaken
almost every night,
the crescent moon rising,
looking in shadows
just for me,
pale imitation
of what
she used to be,
still trying to learn 
how to light up the dark,
though for those
who look,
she has so much
more to say,
than the too bright sun,
who in his haste,
will blind us all,
one day.
We've always hung
on her every word,
forever suspecting
her secretive pose,
impatiently waiting,
for her to reveal
our one true love,
though how she does,
nobody knows.