Crescent Moon

on the nights where the moon

in its first quarter shadowed a crescent

a young girl stared amongst

the stars that gleamed iridescent

she’d talk to the moon as it were a friend

never to leave or betray her,

she knew she’d see it again

it’d be there the next day

showing more of its shape

if only she could live up there,

it’d be her great escape

as the smoke blew over 

and the clouds unveiled

she felt at ease and like she could

finally breathe, she exhaled

everything that was out of her control

she’d write down in her notebook

on her last day on Earth, she hopes to 

see the moon and give it one last look

she liked how it reflected 

a memento mori

two points that eventually 

meet in a timeless story

the daytime overwhelmed her,

but when she’d see the moon once more

she spoke from the heaviness 

in her heart as it called out for

someone who would accept her 

as she was waning or waxing,

although she's half full,

she's far from collapsing

- Leah Rae