I love a new moon
A blue day and a blue night that holds all the potential of the world
An empty seat in a dark concert hall where all those who play each night are the headliner
I love a crescent moon
A small sliver that must fight with all its strength to shine through
A smile, a smirk, subtly cast down from the heavens as I wander through the streets
I love a quarter moon
A divided glass of milk in the inky depths
An omen to the smiling optimist and the frowning pessimist
I love a gibbous moon
A strong crater in the darkness
A plump grin well upon its way to dominating the sky
I love a full moon
A beacon of realized self
An entity in its complete and unrelenting form
I love a gibbous moon
That hangs lazily in its victory
That need not compete for the onlooker’s attention
I love a quarter moon
That still holds the growing dark to a tie
That keeps a balance at night with no villains and no heroes
I love a crescent moon
That has become weak and has wilted away, but is still celestial
That winks to me as it slowly sinks deeper, for it has forgotten how to swim
I love a new moon
That makes me miss the light simply for it has a temporary absence
That blank slate that still holds the strength to shape the ocean’s waves many miles below
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