On my knees,
praying shade from the light,
only to find
the moon’s glare a sullen sight.
The twilight lasting
only the beat of a heart,
the colors raging fire
upon our soul dance’s start.
Now the moonshine casts shadows
of a waning heart to rage,
the beauty locked in the sunlight,
trapped within horizon’s cage.
The moon’s yellow shine
reminiscent of the sun,
the reflection of what was
once a dawn you begun.