sideways moon
12 february 2008

the day is dying, bitter embers fade
to rising starlight. i am hurt and torn
by fantasies the vicious daytime made;
my aching, work-worn hands can do no more.

you see, my love, from me life's stolen life.
it's taken all my strength through pain and grief;
and all i've known of promises is strife,
and all i've known of day's end is relief.

now, here, within the faded loss of day,
the night is calmer, softer, gentler, true.
to banish wanderlust's cruel naïveté,
the moon lies overturned in velvet blue.

my heart is aching, but by some light pure,
the hanging, sideways moon of peace endures.