Ode to the Moon

On these sempiternal shores,
your reflection coasts across tidal waters
forming precarious mosaics,
fragile rays
mingle and dance.

Longingly, I search your face
for the one that you keep hidden
roaming, anxious fugitive
concealed in the dark.

The shadow that adorns you,
not perfect, nor virginally white
punctures the twilight
and coat of gloom
inseparable from your beauty.

Seasoned by seclusion
and nights of waiting
your weary forehead leans forward
kissed by the dawn.