_.._ the dark thin arc of night cut sharp against the dark, a silver slice holding everything
.' .-'` I never voiced. The sky leans close listening for the quiet inside me. I walk beside
/ / the curve feeling its pull--a soft gravity made of longing. Stars drift around its edge like
| | like thoughts I meant to release. The crescent keeps them gathered in its half-light
\ '.__.; hollow. I lift my hands toward the arc hoping it will widen into truth. But it stays
'._ _.' narrow, guarded, a blade of silence. I follow its pale shimmer through the hush
`` of the world trusting that even a sliver of light can open.
moons crescent thumbprint
shines bright in the dead of night
highlighting my smile
I sat upon the crescent moon tonight,
a silver swing in the sky,
my feet dangling over the quiet dark
like a kid on a cosmic porch.
Earth floated below~
a bright blue marble
someone forgot to put back
in the toy box.
“Look at you,” I said,
“all dressed up in oceans
and twirling like you own the place.”
The moon just winked,
rocking me gently,
as if to say,
“Don’t tell them~
but you’re my favorite view.”
pale silver sickle
hangs in the grey velvet sky~
a silent vigil.
stars begin to gleam
tiny diamonds scattered far~
a guide in darkness.
gentle light descends
touching sleepy, dreaming earth~
a hushed, soft embrace.
Twin snowflakes dance in soft pink skies,
lovers who yearned for their garden,
a bed of blue roses and black sunflowers rising.
A cottage stronghold against harsh winters.
Beyond the walls of the warm sky,
an evil presence from Crescent Moon’s eye.
Envious of warmth and quiet shadows,
it lingers over the hidden sanctuary.
A pale glow splits the silent sky,
light that burns and hollows the dark,
harsh beams overheat the sacred garden,
dead petals tossed in raging winds.
The lovers mourn what cannot last,
they weep until the edge of dawn,
above them, the Crescent Moon looms over—
watching what it has undone.
Good told Abraham to look to the stars,
your descendants will be as numerous as the stars.
Not the moon, not the sun
but every single star will be your blessing.
When i walk out at the crockcrow and look to the sky,
I know my father is sitting up there.
He is the only planet that shines at such an early time.
They think I’m crazy,
I know I am.
I’m the stardust composed
from the songs sung by the morning star
A gentle scar in the morning skies.
Asked for a beurre, I berate;
a croissant so flaky and straight.
I got ordinaire; what a nerve;
The dumb waiter threw me a curve!
Crescent moon tonight
I remember you
Won’t you switch the light
In the midnight blue
Otherwise there’s no
Life around here
I’ve nowhere to go
You’re so far, my dear
Will you press that button
I can’t wait my love
Come all of a sudden
From the high above..
moon's crescent smile
attracts twinkling stars above
celebrating night
Oh Vaquita, Vaquita, the ghost of the sea, so mysterious yet a gentle form,
a gentle form who lives in a Baja home with their crescent smiles.
Yet they hold a silent plea from the Gillnet's snare, while others suffer
from forgotten bycatch all cause by the human hand. Yet they don't stop for the totoaba's worth. Few remain, you can hear the fading sound, as the clock is ticking while the last one call, for desperate hope. The legacy we keep is worth more them gold, the choice to save is most precious, you can feel the ocean tear, while the sea is silent, we must act now. The hope we hold is stronger then most, and our hearts are free then those who hunt, and their sight is clearer than most, they may swim into the sea grass sways in the face of danger, but that what makes them braver then most, so no matter what they will stay strong. Oh Vaquita, Vaquita, the ghost of the sea, so mysterious yet a gentle form, a brave form who lives in a Baja home with their crescent smiles.
The lighthouse
alone on the hill
just a tree at its side
its beacon
that light
It casts a long light
in a long blink
and then it's gone
in a spin
to mark the shore within
It sits on its own island
only accessible on low tide
the path a bridge
mercurial moat that hides it
The building is lit at night
as well as its beam
presenting an eerie glow
In the fog it seems
Almost haunted
romantic
so substantial
It's survived tsunamis
wrapped around its base
which left no trace
as they ravaged inland
A sight to see
A hike I intend to aspire
up those circular stairs
to peer out through that light tower
The lighthouse at Battery Point, Crescent City, CA
crescent moon reading
love messages in the night
~ distance subsiding
AP: 1st place 2026
As the stars twinkled gaily in the sky,
they could only laugh -
They watched the moon through all its phases,
crescent, quarter, gibbous, full, and half.
But as she cycled through her lunar changes,
grieving for all love untrue,
the stars sadly noticed that
the moon was always blue.
So, they charmed a gentle nightingale,
"Please sing your pretty tune",
and "the stars beckoned her song
to reach the crescent moon."
O' crescent glow
of perpetual allure,
candescent vigil,
spirit light.
Vouchsafe
a crystal dream,
so I may brave--
this solemn, eerie night.
But if by chance,
at dawn--this ka,
in slumber's
freeze awaits.
With plumage beings
I beseech ascend--
to greet then
God's destined fate.
crescent smile semblance
brother sun illumes the moon~
a at dusk hovers
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