L.C. McQuillen
21.09.16
Even the moon has its phases
From brightest
To slightest
As I to you
Will be like the moon
Illuminating at your highest tide,
Obscure as you seek the source
Of my light,
And half full am I
Beaming enough for you to find
As I ascend or decline
Wishing you enough
Beauty and blush
With my hello and goodbye