There’s a half moon hanging in the sky tonight.
It lights up the thin clouds that pass between it and us,
Half a moon,
Half a love affair.
Half a heart.
The light is ghostly
Shadows of what was creep around the edges
And glow momentarily,
Then disappear into the darkness.
Half, not whole.
The full moon comes eventually.
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Actually the moon never really changes… just our perception, or view, of it does. Sometimes all we need is a different perspective.
Yes true. But parts are hidden by the shadows. Good to remember it’s always all there. 😊