New moon orb hanging high above,

Flying across is a silver turtle-dove.

Closing in's the brighter daylight,

Star-staring at twilight.

Treasured moments of certainty,

Planting themselves for an eternity.

Lovers hushed vows drown the silence,

Forgetting the dread-filled year of violence.

Farewell seconds ticking, resounding gong,

Wistful kisses at the ****.

[Happy New Year! For the first time in 19 years the New Year's Eve moon is a new moon so I'm celebrating it with fellow star-gazers and poets through this spur-of-the-moment poem. Have a glorious 2014 starting with a clean slate :) ]