Waning Moon - Diane Scantlebury

My mind was distracted by the waning moon,
As encompassed in your arms I lay,
The dawn had come all too soon,
To sweep the shadow of earth’s eclipse away,

By chance I caught a glimpse of that moon,
Fading fast from the sky as I struggled out of sleep,
While chinks of sparkling light danced around the room,
And into the dusty, dark corners tried to seep,

Pressed against the pillow your face reminded me of that waning moon,
Marooned high in the sky of increasing blue,
A pale candescence illuminating the gloom,
Softly arousing the new day with its radiant hue.

Diane Scantlebury