Shadowed Sphere

the vivid slice of a crescent moon
ruled a black sky high above them
she was quiet, the holy, crescent moon
not anxious to pass on gossip to anyone
concerning the lovers she gazed at....
while they admiringly gazed at her

a metaphor of their love, this slice,
thin slice, of heavenly magnificence
a parody of realities the world sees
when they two appear together in light
an aura of complete, halcyon cohesion
a nuance of passionate under currents

only a crescent, a thin sliver of reality
makes its presence known within the light
but there is a weighty and incomparable
sphere hidden behind celestial intrigue
far above the world, sheltered in shadow
a vision, a dream, a wellspring of healing

she is his salvation from emptiness and fear
he is her anchor, her liberator, her only love
they share a moment of spiritual unity and awe
a silent comprehension, salute, to crescent moons
and slivers of light appearing on cusps of truth
a brief bonding in their shadowed sphere of love