the moon

i wipe away ashes
from the lips of the moon.
revolution of the season,
sparrows dancing.
the moon waits to
welcome the evening sky.
khonsu rides the sun
like a weary pony.
i’ll hide inside
the shade that it casts.
feeding my affection and foe.
we are lovers entwined,
upon a crescent moon.
it knows of our suffering and joy.
never has it
fallen from the sky.
when i am blind
by my wanderings within,
you may find yourself
caressed by lunar fingers.
sharing our passion
for the dark
feasting on a star bright night.
lucky are we
the moon knows the rhyme
of every balladeer dreaming.

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