on the nights of the new moon

when she is just lissom at noon

i long for her dependable face

a glint in my hazel eye

as i look up at the undying night sky

confessing my dire need to escape

an ever gleaming orb of night

beaming her lucid, ghostly light

like me, sitting alone in the sky

she wears her crescent phase

to give light to the dying days

and a pause to my eternal cry

through the night she drifts further away

til the sun floods in the light of day

and my time with her reaches an end

i sleep through the reign of the sun

impatient for it to soon be done

still longing for my luminous friend

yet through the veil of sunlight

I am aware of her aura’s might

feeling the power inside of me

when the first star brightens the skies

i slip on shoes and rub my eyes

knowing it'll be here i soon see