The Crescent

A Poem by Michael Knight

One of my favorite words, and phases of the Moon

The Sun sets, after a hard day of work
beat and drained, the Night takes hold of the sky
the Night needs a friend, for in the darkness
one can feel lonely and fear, and summons
his only friend the Moon to share sky
every now and then.

Tonight he smiles at his companion
for there is not much light
and outcome the products
of chemicals and dust
the stars are the loneliest but
know people see them
for they shine the brightest so far away