When the waning moon is but a sliver
does it kiss the sky good-bye,
and when the night is at it’s darkest,
does it breath a heavy sigh
and blame the moon for leaving it
alone with the twinkling stars?
And once the radiant orb swells again
illuminating the black obsidian sky
do silvery stars and lonely night in unison
forgive the roaming moon and welcome back
their dear old friend as if he never left?
©2019 Linda Lee Lyberg