Again Moon to Sun

I close the door

On the full moon

It hangs in the night sky

Like a dream not remembered

I look out the window

As it travels and sings

Glowing there

A reminder of past nights

The evening moves on

As does the grey orb

Filling me with yearning

Shining down tenderness

I am transfixed

Until the first rays

Of the yellow replacement

Sun rise, moon forgotten

2019 By David Jacobi