Moonset

Bright and white
Against the blackness
Morning by name
Evening by sight
He fights to remain
This crusader of light
Through the passage of time
A moon's journey goes on...

Golden face
Warmed by invisible rays
Midnight seems
a distant memory
Black becomes beauty
Dark finds its way to mystery
The moon is cradled
By azure blue...

Bronzed face
In a teary daybreak haze
The moon is a man
Overcome by sadness
Sinking down to kiss the mountains
Bittersweet farewell, as
Moonset greets the sunrise.




There was a glorious moonset this morning, and I was privileged to watch its wonders unfold on my commute. I almost feel bad for the rest of the people who miss these beauties so early in the day. Almost.