Moonlight

He held, in his arms, the crescent moon.

Half hidden behind a berry bush -

Throwing timid glances

As he held a deathly grip onto the glowing object.

His round pallid face was gentle to the gaze.

I ushered him forward – encouraging.

The crescent shape within his arms illuminated our surroundings.

There was no light from above –

Nothing – an utter void of nothingness – casting from below.

His footsteps were soundless.

Where they even touching the earth ground beneath

– or was he hovering?

A tree branch snapped.

I turned around, sensing another’s presence.

Someone else was hiding – rustling the bushes.

Darkness enveloped us.

The moonlight was gone.

I veered back, searching for him.

Squinting in the dark, I couldn’t make out his shape anywhere nearby.

He had left – and took the moon with him.

The earth beneath my feet rumbled and shook.

Like the crescent moon, I was left incomplete.

The comforting glow of light was no more –

as the dirt swallowed me whole,

leaving me alone

with nothing else to grasp onto -

for solace.