Luna

Laying in the
curves
of the crescent
moon;
I spend most of my
nights;
starlights shine
like chandeliers,
hung from great
heights;
shadows throw
across my brow,

eclipse me;

these silent hands
of time,
release me;

I'll wait for him forever;

pulling the tide
close,
if I get cold;
slipped inside
these silver curves
as the lunar
phases around
me,
unfold;