Waxing Gibbous
A tinge of sorrow touches glowing bliss. I sought the shred of joy that twilight stole, But now I find I’m falling deep in this Confusing state of being almost full. I walk the edge and peer into abyss; The place where light relinquishes control. Illumination follows shadow’s kiss, And love is somehow part of almost whole. A trillion questions twinkling in the sky Are sung inside my heart with ev’ry beat. A gibbous bright enough to raise the tides, Is dark enough that it’s still incomplete.
Within the darkened crescent of my soul, Perplexities arise in almost full.
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