At the Half

The moon is at the half
yet shines so bright
it seems that it must be
struggling to grasp
the light and life within the whole
of all the light there ever was

and starlight glows
somehow more finely tuned
on long dark, winter eves
distant rays now playing, praying
upon an indigo of awesome space
chanting silent mystery
in secret need of being

creating every song
we've ever sung
and melodies that just play on
to morning's great epiphany
of brighter light . . .


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