The old moon wanes
Her light so sweetly,
As dawn is breaking over neatly.

She's nestled in a cove of clouds.
I watch and know she is too soon
to be engulfed by their onrushing banks
and I can't bear
To lose the little light she bravely
Chose on me to shine.
Oh little light,
Please.
Be mine.
As if she heard when I looked up,
A miracle!
The clouds broke up!
And there she was, my yin-yang crescent - snuggling cold against her Warm black velvet twin. And nary a cloud in sight
Against the movie screen glow of periwinkle light.

Sweet!! Miracles still happen when You say.
God, please! Remind me of this fact every day!