The New Moon

In the start, the end, the middle of the night At a place where time knows no bounds As the moon moves through her elliptical flight Forever in silence, alone with no sound Changing shape over time, to play, to pretend Casting shadows of doubt, a menace, a friend Once in a while when the feeling is right She radiates a glow, her powerful light That draws people to wonder, the birds and the trees The earth senses it as well in its rippling seas The shape it is simple and elegant which no chart contains Against its backdrop of darkness, of stars and still a question remains With such strong emotion, deep connection, a glorious guide Why is it then that once in a while do you hide?