New Moon Light

NEW MOON LIGHT

New moon shining, mere imaginings of light,
just as delusive dreams of refuge
promise deeply kissed respite,
and passionate words of longing,
diffuse at desperate height.

But the kiss, the hope, the dream —

It never yields what it might,
for asylum gained from self,
is asylum from the light,
sacrificing soul and spirit
for wanton love by night.

^{Thomas Fideler}

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