He stays in there

in that empty starless skies

Half lit and that half barely lit

Crescent yet really present

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He is alone

The passing clouds

Muddy his mind

 

Time and again

He vanishes in them

In the darkness around and

Letting them surround

 

He takes his time

His own time

To be full again

To be lit, in the ivory white

 

He knows that

The passing clouds

Are there to stay

So is he, so his struggles are

 

He loves being bathed

In that ivory light

So does he, with the struggles

To be that full and lit again

 

For he knows

Nothing stays

Neither his moments of glory

Nor his days of struggle.

 

 

Without wax

Ash