The difference about what will happen soon
Is that though we watch, and hope for the light,
The shadow, inexorable, will cover the moon,
Turn its silver to orange-brown in the night
Sky, under which we mingle, ogle, and swoon,
Trusting time, in the end, to put things right…
Which it does, and we move on to the next thing
To fill the hungry chasm of our empty hearts,
While the moon, renewed, softly shining,
Beams ghostly blessing, as our next act starts...
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