The Crescent Moon

The Crescent Moon

half seen

half not

but still there is a hue

to the hidden part

The part shrouded in darkness

Unseen

Untouched

Imagined

The moon kept to itself

Something to grieve relish about

Something to smile cry about

Something to forget remember

Something to never share

until the moon is ready

To become a full moon

 and the wolves howl

Have you ever felt sorry for the moon?

Always and only reflecting

Never creating a light of it’s own

illuminating from another’s light

What if the moon created it’s own light?

Would it show it’s part shrouded in darkness?

Or does it like the darkness?

Hamed Saber / Foter / CC BY

Hamed Saber / Foter / CC BY

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