Just a Sliver

Just a Sliver

Just a sliver
Of the beautiful moon
Can be seen
In the brightly dark sky.

The stars shine
With a magnificence
And keep alive
The otherwise dark sky.

For timeless hours
On a grassy hill
I can gaze
Into the depths of the heavens.

Hardly moving
Hardly breathing
Feeling alive
Feeling complete

Yet just a sliver
Of the whole.


copyright October 14, 1999

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