The Waxing Cresent


Eafa M.


How dazzling is the moon

It secretes itself before noon

Stands out in the dusk sky

It’s actions so very sly

It has made the darkness seem

Like a soft and silvery dream

For its glowing encore

Makes the moonlight galore

How dazzling is the moon

Like a radiant silver spoon

Alone she flows in the night

Escorting the one’s who need her light

Away from people, away from life

Taming the ocean with waves sharp as a knife

Warming the heart of those who cry

But always keeping itself locked uptight

How dazzling is the moon

Who hides at early noon

Whose luminesce glows brilliantly at twilight

~The Waxing Crescent; it’s sure to be bright~