Pieces Of Eight

by RainbowSlider   Jan 4, 2006


I was alone in the shadow
of a full moon wandering
in the darkness of the meadow.
I awoke to see the waxing crescent
of your smile so beautiful
just like a birthday present.
In the first quarter we were close
with the joy of friendship
like the beauty of a rose.
In the waxing gibbous of our smiles
we journeyed through Autumn
and many were the tracks of miles.
A new moon of happiness was known
in the light of our sharing
and then I came into my own.
Then the waning gibbous came to play
as I met new friends
and we started fading away.
Now the coldness of winter
in this last quarter
as our friendship starts to splinter.
I still see the waning crescent
of your smile just as beautiful
and it still like birthday present.
Even as the new moon will come
I know you are still my friend
and still your smile is welcome.

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