This crescent in starry sky
whispers of increase,
Past fathomed wholeness
of reflected light.
Yet, passionless,
it forward marches between skies,
To sombre song of renewal,
changed heavenly
To an illusion of nothingness.
Blessed dark stillness
that flows to crescendo,
Finds anew,
stars innumerable
and different every time.
Such are we,
and twice blessed
For seeing
the expanding light,
And for knowing change
in changing sky.
Maybe time hath splendour
in such secrets
And this mystery is honor.
I accept this as faith
in the great way
Before us and beyond,
For it is now in unique sky,
simplified beyond reason.
