Fading Phase, Moon Skeleton
You now have been diminished too much less
Than ghost or bone. You float up in the sky
Of evening, there more like a moveless tress
Of skeleton, a haint in twilight, dry
Among the evening stars. A fragment of
The lunar sphere, a little quarter moon
Is what you have become, a distant love,
Or worse, its haunting mockery, a rune.
In brightest daytime hours you shrink away
Among the louder light and bustle. You
Are nothing really now at height of day,
At noon. Your nothingness fades into blue.
..Recovering you at night here in my bed,
….I sleep with one black curl beneath my head.