Half moon rising in the night
Its dark side does not shine
Sometimes I feel just half a man
Who cannot make you mine.
The half that glows in yellow light
Reflected from the sun
Is like my face alighted by
The gaze of my loved one.
The half that hangs so dark and still
Against the starry field
Is like my tortured soul whose pain
In absence is revealed.
D said
who illuminates dichotomies as well as you do?