Partial Eclipse

The silver moon hung,

With a black veil slung,

A piece now dark pitch,

The shadow of witch,

Vast sky of the night,

Framed lunar delight,

Viewed by us all,

Earth’s pull and pool.


Did moon look in awe,

At all who it saw,

To glimpse their glow,

And yes or no,

Saw man see man,

Did man frame man,

Blackness and shine,

Human, divine.


Eclipsing, surprise,

For wide open eyes,

Then gone black stain,

Moon just moon again,

Left hiding in sky,

With questions of why,

Who framed, who saw,

And who can be sure.

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