My heart shines as the moon does
At times quiet and peaceful
Reliable and for granted taken
Silent and beautiful and ignored

A waxing and waning cycle
Once, full bodied and glowing
Light to find love and other hapinesses
Too brief a joy it brings

For waning must always come
Twice, dark, black as deepest night
Unseen in the backdrop of sharp stars
Leaving a world wrapped in shadow

But not so constant are cardiac turnings
Not regular as lunar comings and goings
Glowing for a day and shadowed for a month
Black for a week and shinning for a year

Yet just as the moon at times changes
Glowing big bright and red in the sky
So to does the heart at times change
A most wondrous change it is

Thrice, bursting bright from my chest
Burning bright and fierce to beat the sun
Just as the coming fall of giant Betelgeuse
Nothing could dim the radiant glory

Once more, dim past dark
Blacker than black and blacker again
Drawing light from all like a singularity
What could hope to live with such darkness

I sit now on the waxing
Or is it waning?
Anticipation for the glow on my right
Dread for the darkness on my left
Which comes? Which comes?