Monday, August 17, 2015

LOVE ASTRAY


A slice of lemon shaped moon
Squeezed into the blue gray sky,
Eyeing the depressed sun; head bowed.

A flicker of starlight
Diamonds on velvet hair,
Hanging down her back;
The moon, I mean.
Woven until morn,
Waiting for her darling sun,
Waiting and waning and wasting away.