Two Less Lonely

too bright a silver moon

in a starless sky of the eve

night after night

it grasps and witnesses —

of the nightfall—

each lonely hush and sighs.

how hath the night pants for

the presence of the moon

than it does with the sun.

suffice is the night

to live in a handful

of the crescent light—

than it would to

the ray of daylight

where the night

is veiled with its beam

and it dies.

— Jezreel