O’ Gibbous moon of the winter night,
A slit of white in liminal twilight,
Commands the bowing winds and all
Unveiling her form like a curtain-call.
On this cold night of winter’s peek,
She perches above brother Sun, unique.
O’ Gibbous moon, keeper of sunset,
Looks down on her world with nil neglect,
A powerful placid gaze she likes to omit
While a fascinating pang the stars commit.
She lights up paths of hills and valleys
Like musical staves or long chart tallies.
O’ Gibbous moon of curious form,
A state between one cool and warm,
A companion to the desolate world she is
While brother Sun, day-hustle is his.
The night time world is quiet and content,
A passer-by is an event.
O’ Gibbous moon of winter night,
A slit of light in liminal twilight,
Turns her head to Time’s stubborn scorn
To see the fast approaching dawn.
O’ Gibbous moon of rare delight,
Goodnight, my darling, goodnight. Goodnight.
