Crescent Moon

I'd weep a thousand tears,

stare blindly into the waning light
of a thousand fiery sunsets.

full-hand grip a million stars,
then catapult them,

eyes closed, as they'd scatter,
shrapnel-style,

piercing wispy clouds above,
freely into the night sky,

carelessly navigating the dark

wherever they'd land - I'd let them.

- just to see you smile.

let's both save our tears
for another day,

or night.
for tonight, I'll smile.

gazing up at the iridescent
moon's aura, and think of you.

grinning ear-to-ear,
knowing you're somewhere out there,

smiling stupidly back,
like a love-drunk fool,

at the same arced,
poignant,

crescent moon.