The shadow on the moon goes left to right
left to right, tiptoeing day and night
The radiance of the moon goes left to right
night after night after night after night
does the light follow the darkness or does the darkness follow the light
13 days to go to nothing 13 more to return bright
I want to live in a world where the past remains the past and
The only questions never answered are the questions never asked
tonight tonight tonight tonight tonight tonight
Magic is what I take from this:
the moon,
the number 13,
questions to be answered. . . . .
A lovely poem!