the slender, white waning moon
a wild-eyed, childlike crescent
leans wide-eyed across her ebony knight
before she begins her nightly kneel
to humbly present her most elegant of jewels:
glistening emeralds
golden pearls
liquid sapphires
and her reddest of rubies.
shhh
do you hear her divine whisperings?
He does.
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
