Quarter Moon

1

Briefly she was gone, only to rise
half-shy against the inky night,
casting her shine upon his nape,
one glimmer at a time, his true shape.

2

She's here each night and always,
though tonight she is half-gone.
And here she'll stay in solace
be she full or crescent, be she none.

3

His voice reminds her of home, tender
behind eyes closed and all darkness.
Sweeter than music, slow to surrender,
he is warm substance, a soul ageless.

// 26 Jun 2019