I am not afraid
of your deep shadow,
how it etches valleys through decades
of my life we might have
laughed, loved together.

I close one eye
and trace your cheek
in the rising quarter moon, imagine
the tears falling there and
kiss the night sky.

Your bright mind
shines on, illuminating
a path, opening blocked vision,
dislodging doubt you
would embrace.

I am not afraid
of my shadow. Nor do I
blame it for chasing love away.
Treasuring its gift, I am
bathed in moonlight.