Sunday, November 17, 2013

Crescent


Before there was time
Before there was arrangement
There was this

Before the world's first tear
first birth
first kiss

I'm just here
because of all prior bliss

Trying to comprehend
the loveliness 

And up above
As I wait, count breaths before daring move
I see the love of light

And before he comes
before he leaves
he takes with him that bright

And leaves behind all else;
night

and in our crescent moment
a fraction of the whole
I loved him 
despite

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