Phases of the Moon

Phases Of The Moon
by Michael Anderson

As Sorrow often sits with Sadness,
Challenged in what truths they hold.
Inherently relying on a touch of madness-
Lying in stories left untold.

So sit I with the tranquil viewing-
Of a starlit sky in June.
With all the peace of a werewolf misconstruing-
The phases of the moon.

The stars seem to shine before me-
Like lovers in line for a dance.
But it's ultimately that lunacy-
That spells for me romance.

And I cast my gaze upon her face,
Beaming ever-white and full.
Smiling, knowing, long as she's glowing,
Life never will be dull.

I'll wake the morrow well appeased,
And wink up at the sky.
Knowing my love, in fullness, though be pleased,
Won't be half as full as I.