Recordance - Apr 30

A slivered moon is looming peacefully above the pristine glow of golden dusk, bathing in a navy sky,—me?, I bask in her gush of seraphic majesty. A careful look, cast in serenity, reveals the silent shadow of her disk; the sunless face wears a dark veil. Her mask gazes upon me,—in return, I see the full splendor of her thin sliced crescent. Admiring the elegance of her curve, I vow, tonight, my job is to preserve, with my Poetry, her luminescent form. I testify that, yes, I have tried— ?succeeded? that’s for others to decide.