He was a full moon, and I was a waning gibbous,
His light, complete, glowing bright,
His presence calm, serene, a guide through night,
While I waned with shadows, not yet whole, not quite right.

He ruled the sky with effortless grace,
Steady and serene, commanding the dark,
I, a whisper of what was yet to be,
Flickering, unsure, a hesitant spark.

He lit the sky, a beacon in the night,
He shone with confidence, a radiant glow,
I hovered, caught between the dark and light,
Unsure which path my heart should follow.

He was a full moon, and I was a waning gibbous,
But in his brilliance, I found my light within,
No longer caught between the pull of tides,
I learned to trust the shadows of my skin.


© eyabenslimen