Dusk to Dawn
First light arrives with last, and I feel your pull
as you near my horizon framed in dusk.
Your bare presence brings the first sliver
of satisfaction, delivered in a warm light
that intensifies with each rising moment.
I feel your full embrace in a moment
of silver light that lasts through the night.
But a night of moments is never enough,
and your last light fades as first light arrives.
This poem is my response to Day 17 at napowrimo.net,
where the challenge is to write a poem about, or involving, the moon.
~ Day 17 ~