#crescent
At dawn I kissed her lips.
She smiled with the patience of the moon and said,
“Have you forgotten the fast, O son of wandering hearts?
We are people of restraint.”
I said to her:
“How can a heart remain fasting
when the crescent rises before its eyes?
You are the moon by which lovers measure their nights,
and every seeker knows the old law of the sky:
When the crescent appears,
the fast is lifted.”
Then she laughed softly and said:
“O foolish pilgrim…
the fast was never from bread nor water
it was from forgetting love.”
And I understood.
Some moons break the fast of the body.
But a true moon
breaks the fast of the soul.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 11:13 PM UTC
We like to presume that heartache is,
Purely subjugated to our whims,
Yet, up above us, there's a love story,
That, to this day, doesn't have a happy ending.
We watch as they dance across the sky,
The Sun in the morning, the Moon at night,
But, despite their seeming serenity,
There's tension heavier than gravity.
The Sun screams at the Moon; he wants control,
And since she's smaller, she does what she's told.
He's dominantly imposing in the morn,
So she silently waits for the Sun to set with scorn.
Nightfall approaches, and the Earth is quiet,
The only time she isn't forced to be compliant.
She tries to hold back, but she can't help but cry,
The Moon's tears burn in our night sky.
A crescent moon, a broken heart,
It slowly corrodes as the month goes on.
At some point, it all goes dark,
All of her light drained and gone.
Oh, the Sun, he has a plan,
He takes and kisses her trembling hands.
For a moment, her heart feels filled,
And the light starts growing till it's inevitably killed.
A constant cycle, like yin and yang,
They're endlessly bound, but neither is to blame.
She's desperately, dementedly, wishing for appreciation,
But he's consistently, volitionally, resorting to manipulation.
Her hope starts to wax again, and eventually she feels full,
Only for her lunar light to wane and dull.
She's wrapped around his finger, attracted by his mass,
Trying to move on, but locked by the past.
So, if you ever need an ear,
There's a constant listener each day of the year.
She's waiting outside; she never closes her eyes,
And she's always there to offer a comforting sigh.
She'll listen to each woe you vent,
As long as you're willing to listen to her own resentment.
She'll reach down to wipe the tears from your eyes,
She'll say, "Child, I'll be here all night."
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 9:20 PM UTC
Ah, sleek moonlight, velvety soft,
Unfurls the path to the Taraweeh Mosque.
Countless fireflies, on fine silken wings,
Catch fast in the silver weave of lunar groves.
Soon, the first Ramadan crescent blooms above,
While the silent tuberose lingers, imprinting deeper still.
Oof—how many did I embrace? One or two?
Myriads light the way to the Taraweeh Mosque.
It was only the other night—
The first crescent of Ramadan shimmered,
Piercing the flawless forehead of twilight,
In the hush of the fading dusk.
Even now, across the half-lit horizon,
Sleepless full-moon stars drift,
While the first, blessed crescent of Ramadan
Moves on in seamless procession.
When will the celebration reach its full bloom?
Today marks the fourteenth fast,
Already shining upon the fourteenth moon!
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 9:48 PM UTC
A crescent moon
Is like the coolest banana
It somehow remains mellow
While things are blue
And flowers are exotic
For heavens they reach for you
A crescent moon
Is like the jazz of a ballerinas hips
The way it sweetly dips
For our blank gaze and our love
While things are cold
Her luminous beauty is bold
With heavens and its stars
That sparkle for me and you
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 2:46 AM UTC
Lo, another Ramadan dawn breaks,
millions more feelings of solemnity fill the air.
The time to bid farewell is upon us,
a moment both heavy and sacred.
O blissful Ramadan, brimming with purity and reflection,
when hearts and homes open wide, embracing all.
Prepare to leave, adorned with the beauty of Allah’s bounty:
Your movement like déjà vu moonlight,
your grace as delicate as the finest Muslin.
Let every rose from the garden encircle you,
a garland of farewell.
In the golden hour of dusk,
when Iftar and Suhur beautifully intertwine,
the sweetness of the evening fills the air, nourishing souls.
With a nectar of kindness, bid adieu to every friend of nature
their essence lingers in memory,
sweet as the moments spent in devotion and joy.
'Alvida' - a farewell not of forever
but of waiting until we meet again.
Draw the last stroke of parting on the canvas of the sky,
leaving a promise beneath the rainbow.
Parting with the crescent moon, hearts overflow with hope
O Ramadan, until we welcome you again,
let the essence of your purity and peace remain with us.
Farewell, O holy month
Your parting leaves behind a trail of light,
guiding us until your return.
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 6:54 PM UTC
I was the crescent moon, a sliver in the night,
Yet in his gaze, I found a radiant light.
He saw me whole, beyond my fragmented part,
Love's alchemy, merging soul to heart.
In phases of shadows, incomplete and bare,
His eyes unveiled the beauty hidden there.
A crescent's curve, a tender, silver arc,
Yet in his vision, a masterpiece embarked.
His love, a symphony, the missing tune,
Transforming fragments into a whole monsoon.
I, the crescent moon, in his orbit swayed,
Completeness found in the love we portrayed.
Through waxing and waning, love remained,
A cosmic dance where wholeness was gained.
In his embrace, the crescent found its grace,
Love's magic turning fragments into an embrace.
Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 11:36 PM UTC
Crack some fire
everywhere
on the way heaven.
Light the shadow
light a candle
down the moon.
The sun in fact
does it every day.
Scurries towards
the last dark room
down the moon.
With the colour plate
intact and full
passes by shining on
every corner and nook
every untouched end in the day
the rainbows peep on the way.
Sneaks its way through
the deep forests of orbs
up and down the passages
in the mountains of stars
even after nightingales
and robins go deep silent
the sun tiptoes on the go
lights a candle on the moon.
Moments after the sunset
facing its true north in the West
only to find in heaven
the way The Queen of Heaven
puts her footprint less step
it's the sun's true West
shows up the new crescent.
Sep 4, 2022
Sep 4, 2022 at 9:10 PM UTC
Here we are again, in my darkest night,
_I’ve never escaped_
I thought the last stretches of a pitch-black pool did not reach me.
Should I be happy on the crescent carving my brokenness?
you said _how beautiful the glimpse of the moonlight is,_
they have been a prosaic, silvery dust in dismal,
but now, _they are a rare light in the sky._
I adore things that aren’t mine
and so you are,
I held an illusion in my desperation, and it wasn’t the universe's fault for sculpting an embodiment of galaxies and stars, such ethereal like you were living in a myth.
You can be there and begone or just begone
(your mercurial imperative) but this time, I wanted to be left on the traces where you were at.
Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 10:41 AM UTC
The first half light crescent sneaked out
catching a glimpse of you glinting
exuberant on the pitch dark
edge of the other side of the pool
wrapped in pure kohl.
Time and again matching the vision
it waxes into the full moon.
Awake all night in the serene shadow
down the blinded silhouetted earth.
I can see out off its calm lock
a firefly flies out and maybe afar
but that view might not miss no star.
But does even the moon see the tuberose
blooms in dark earth deep down the kohl?
Nov 28, 2021
Nov 28, 2021 at 7:26 PM UTC
"What thing did hurt you the most?" He asked.
"drowning" I answered.
He look at me as if he scrutinized each word to say.
"_you can simply swim against the currents_" he said.
I know he can do everything and there's one girl who couldn't even bear to touch the waters.
"You know how much grievance the ocean had bestowed whenever I attach someone in every story I know about it; she kept on drowning, anticipated on how deep the ocean is, every time his eyes fall in crescent"
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 4:58 AM UTC
once I was a waning crescent, pale and thin—incomplete
a silver sliver of light peeking unwanted in between the
folds of the velvet, midnight sky
and now, having gazed at my sun from a world away, I
am whole—I am full and complete—grand designs,
imperfections, craters—making me no less whole
when you are near it is not you that completes me,
but rather you who illuminates the parts of me I
thought were lost forever
the paradox that you both do and do not complete me
brings me as much comfort as the sun’s warm rays
on my cheeks and the moon’s cool gaze on my back.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 5:49 AM UTC
Oh sunflower soul,
You chase the daylight
Looking for hope in bright blues.
You tremble with the thought of a dark night,
But the stars have come out
amidst the navy blues.
A crescent moon becomes the silver lining,
And a trail of streetlights twinkle like surface stars lighting your path as you walk toward
dreams you’ve been waiting to meet
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 8:19 PM UTC
i was sitting here
searching for how to
do something mundane.
worklike.
syncing accounts.
trying to find passwords.
downloading data.
i sprinkled eucalyptus around
earlier to try
to make myself feel better.
i lit a candle and everything and
even pretend made my bed.
cranked the air conditioning.
so i could cool off.
and calm down.
and r e s t.
i took 2 dove milk chocolates
and ice cold water to my room.
i just wanted to watch
Stargate Atlantis
and go to sleep.
lazily mining for data
half paying attention
and suddenly an
intergalactic time portal
opened up before my eyes.
and boom.
(i'm here again)
in this place
of so much
l o v e
my heart pounding
as if no time has gone by.
as if you had just come around
the corner and i see your face
again for the
first time.
literally tachycardia
a loss of all logic
a stupid, stupid grin
my body shaking
in anticipation
of hearing your voice.
by accident.
gigabyte after gigabyte after gigabyte
and year, after year, after y e a r
and no matter which
one i choose,
i find pieces of you.
funny little pieces.
big, honest pieces.
secret pieces.
my pieces.
tears are streaming
d o w n my face
but i don't care
because it is the only
time i can remember
what it was like.
to be a different person.
in a different time.
to overlap with you.
every click
and swipe
songs
artworks
words
photos
texts
the reaching and
the r e t r e a t i n g.
the coming together and
the sudden
f
a ll
in g
a p
art
all neatly in chronological
order like i'm
reading my own story.
but seeing it from
the outside.
the entire picture.
and i can see
where i was wrong
i n t e n s e
younger
and stupider
and flailing.
but i have always seen you.
always from the
very first moment.
you were like an assault
but in a cosmic sense.
and at the same time
a peaceful, serene, beautiful,
rare combination of atoms and ****
and i don't think something like that
could ever happen again.
i can't even imagine it,
and imagining is the
only thing i'm good at.
curse the interwebs,
saving all this ****
i didn't even realize.
and thought was lost.
but also thank you,
google overlord.
i think it's ok to cry
about loving someone,
and missing someone
so so so so much.
because nothing matters more
than being honest
about your love.
and then i looked out
my window in despair
and i saw
a crescent moon.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC
o'er night's dark canal
the moon's bright crescent did sail
like a gondola
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 8:13 AM UTC
a sequential
***** moot
of zebra
in her
quest of
circuit to
make sure
her intent
is noble
but in
her very
nature the
most thrilled
doctor yet
in this
celestial sphere
of Pluto
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 5:31 PM UTC
To be sad
Is to mourn over
Death
As decorated
With your crest
It means that
That's all thats left
And you
Are gone
You sure do
Look good
In the moonlight
For the moon
Doesent die
And it glows
To remember you
And tells all the stars
About your life
As your bearing
May hang
From its crest
Of a crescent
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 9:24 PM UTC
Lo, the waxing moon
eyeing on heaven
ups a notch high.
The higher it goes
pulls the tides more
down on the sea
the crescent moon sways.
It bows down and prays
as it sails towards
the locked away
heaven far, far away.
The sea spilling billow
floats the key
to the tucked away ally way!
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
This mornings moon was just about ready to bid the night sky goodbye
It's crescent beauty hanging on just long enough to spark the question why
Good morning, as I gaze upon its beauty and question its very existence
It disappears, on its way to a different skyspace, at a great distance
This thought is overwhelming, the moon never realizes daytime gazes
It skirts around the earth, being seen at night in its different phases
The beauty it has shared for years and years, just seems to happen
Without it, the night sky, would be just so, ... Blacken
Brian Hill - 2019#104
Inspired by (of course) the morning moon...
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC
i think i'm in love
with a man drunk on the moon
i think he's a wolf
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
the moon is gone
and the crescent my fantasy
for so long, never seeing you
the time has finally come
for me to have forgotten your face
when night is risen and moon is full
i imagine you there
your soft, beautiful face
gorgeously round and pointed and soft
the arch of your brow
and your wailing eyes
digging so deep into my own
that in my reflection yours are buried
formed from little craters and debris
historically indifferent
they must be your eyes
i was crying the last time i looked at you
you staring at me, indifferent, remorseful
i am crying now, looking at the moon
it must be you up there
eight months and twelve days
june twenty-eighth
july nineteenth
i hate that i can't remember your face
and i mourn you still
just by looking up
to that same moon
i fear the day that i might see you again
that i may be reminded of your gentleness
that i may hear the nectar of your voice
i can never stop myself from you
can never hold back from admiring you
in my entirety, you, the moon
my only beacon, beloved anchor
but the moon is gone
and the crescent only my fantasy
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 12:56 AM UTC
Blessed are all the dreamers
who see the sky smiling
while looking at the crescent.
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 4:33 PM UTC
Sailing across the southern skies
Tonight's crescent moon was so beautiful to see
And gazing upon this sight, I thought to myself
Is there anything more lovely?
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC