Crescent Moon

The crescent moon shines in the night sky. Its light pools in through my window, spilling onto my pillows and lulling me into peaceful dreams. When I wake again, my hands that held the light are empty, and there’s nothing but darkness. While I traveled through my dreams of childhood rooms and present day faces, the moon traveled across the sky. Now its light spills in through a different window, shining on my feet. And I don’t have to be more than half-awake to know that the moon will change. Its position, its shape, its luster will move from one stage to the next. And I might have a favorite phase, but all of them are good. Life can be that way, too. Things change, but that’s not always a bad thing. I follow the light wherever it goes, and I keep dreaming. And each time I find it, I savor the crescent moon.



The Comfort Of The Night

I don’t always love the sunshine

It’s bright and cheery and reminds

Me of everything I am not. I am sad,

Lost, and closed off. Doors keep closing


In my face and I’d just as well exist

Nowhere. The night wraps me up like

A blanket. It soothes me with starlight

Lullabies. The sun rises and my comfort fades.