False Moon

By day she slips into oblivion

A victim of the light,

And there remains, quite unobserved

Until the hand of night

Draws her out, then she alone

Makes the night seem all her own.

Chasing shadows into the darkness,

Out of her silvered reach,

Pulling thoughts across a madness,

That ebbs you into a breach

Of certain uncertainty, where you alone

Quite forget that light is not her own.