shade

The moon
in ever-changing shape,
from fragile arc to full,
In daylight
often is forgot,
the sun-world so persistent and encompassing.
Hovers
yet, about the mind and heart,
that hint of Otherness we seek
In the blue
above, vast purity of the unbounded,
as did our fathers' mothers far
as memory was born.
Crescent
and pale, out of place,
shade of that darkness we endure.
White
innocence, that blood has stained,
and only emptying will cleanse
The haunt of night