the moon
our close friend
endeavors
to be full again;

but yet
in essence
settles in
as a crescent;

for all the wanting
all the waxing
and the waning
the back and forth of it
the orbit;

maybe the root
of monogamy
the chemistry
the bond
is this
astrology;

one day to live
on this pond
like a lily pad
to transit
the rest of the pond;

see you tomorrow-
maybe even in the day,
my friend,
always, over head
with a new wink
or a full nod
your cratered grey eye
keeps ever vigilant guard.