“not turn tail, 'stead swallow up the Sun...”
Unfurling my light days for scope when there is room
I'm Moon in the making, a Moon yet to bloom
they said the moon was waning, it would be gone all too soon
but the sky flooded with soothing light – ‘twas the Full Moon!
raging storm, core on fire
reaching out
for the Moon, tide’s desire
'tis your love, that’s all I need; for the rest I am mute-
basking in your Moonlight, my own life silhouette
for you to resolve your maybes and maybe nots
I could not wait
There was never a good time, and when there was
It was too late