Wane

 

Sadness of the waning moon.

She carries the weight of our light

into unfathomable absences.

We pretend to love.
To love me, to love you.

But there is no other.

There is only love at rest

in the stillness that surrounds

all our desiring.

You have needed the beloved

for a long long time.

Now learn the mercy of the dark.

If this be too limitless, too vast,

learn the cry of an owl

in the sadness

of the waning moon.

Photo, barn owl, Britannica.com