Half Asleep
Half moon,
half-asleep
just as you rise
over the hill.
Hush, moon,
not a peep;
even the storm
has fallen still.
Hold, moon,
do not weep
for though you wane,
you’ll wake–you will.
Now, moon,
night is deep;
drink of sleep;
drink your fill.
The moon’s gone away
Raindrops fall in the darkness
Night takes a slow breath
and sweetens the unseen air
Rain-scents made of long sunlight
I always feel a touch of sadness to see the moon wane but when the new horn shows up and begins filling up, I have the opposite feeling, one of gladness. thanks Amy
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