Lunar Majesty
A waning crescent of the moon
grows thinner each night
as though it could buckle
under the gestating darkness
cradled to her breast.
But a single gold shaving
cast from this celestial body
holds firm like a mother’s love
while the oceans of the earth
bow graciously, wordlessly
to her lunar majesty.
Yet as her waxing crescent
pushes into a shrinking shadow,
one with the night sky,
she plays tenderly with the light,
her edges soft and unpretentious,
hardly regal in their journey.
First published by The Fictional Café August 18, 2019
photo credit: http://miro.openphoto.net/gallery/">Miroslav Vajdić</a> for <a href="http://openphoto.net/gallery/image/view/27023">openphoto.net</a>