Span-fragile, crescent moon of windy Spring
Rides cold waves of darkened night; cradling
Orb-blazed might, star, old-birthed and ovaling
Beseeches waning moon to stop its swing.

Wakening winds kite-tail moon sails without breath,
As twinkling winks of kindred stars incite
Moon’s moody flame to seek inside — in fright,
Reflected moon realizes it views death.

Companion star, depthless and wise, throws high
A breeze of hope, calms moon’s lament, begets
A siren’s call to lull moon to forget;
That fluid sunset must drown inner eye

Before beam’s strength, rebirthed on heaven’s shore,
Rains liquid light upon the earth once more.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 4/22/04