31/10/2024
A Darkened Moon
As certain as the moon, in all her phases,
Each shadow deepens, each glimmer fades.
For every bright face turned to the sky,
A darkness waits—kept close, kept high.
You too, cast in night’s ink, alone,
Darker than stars and colder than stone.
Don’t whisper to the sky of the footprints you made,
Or the mark you left, like a sharpened blade.
Say not that her light abandoned your way,
That the moon’s pale glow slipped away.
You left a child, torn in two,
Heavy with grief and shadows anew.
In time you’ll see, what you gave will return,
As the moon’s dark side makes her turn.
What you sowed, the fields will keep,
And a heavy harvest you’ll one day reap.
Heidi Lynette Bennett
