A waxing phase upon this moon
Long time coming ever soon
Turning right from absent sight
Burning bright this active light
Angles played in night and day
Filling fast to fade away
Repetition, recognition
Luminescent essence bringing
Phases change as phases go
Yet we graze the place we know
Underneath a vibrant show
Circulating stars that glow
Soon the phase will start to wane
Less and less will light remain
As it goes, in time and moon
Begging us to ask how soon
Will the we view the lighted crescents?
Featured in such luminescence
Reflections of our incessant
Hope for the return of essence
And it all does beg the thought
What’s to learn from beauty lost
If it will return from not
The same phase change, the same moon sought
Seems the cycles circulate
In just enough time to relate
Moments I can’t understate
Early memories of late
So to the moon my eyes will gaze
Despite the light of nowadays
Upon me this is never lost
The phases fade, but I will not.
