The half-moon rises
south by southeast.
Her light drips like honey
into my mind.
I lift a glass to her
luminance, shimmer,
laugh, glimmer.

I didn’t mean to cast
such a deep shadow,
but I did because
it was the truth.
Darkness was deep
in the pit of my soul,
relentless and blind.

Yet, just for now,
the laughing half-moon
illuminates, reveals
the dark corners
of my hungry soul.
I bathe in the falling
light, the brilliance.



Syd Weedon
7/29/2024