His face changes with the phases of the moon
One day he's eternity and the next he is doom.
The moon full, he arises full and in bloom
With a power and an essence no one else can assume
His light bright with delight all of me he consumes
He fills and entices me so that for others there's no room.
The moon wanes, he complains of the weight of the world.
The shine dimmer, no glimmer
His reality twirls
The moon new, he assumes that the light will never come
Aloof he removes himself far from the sun
The night darkens, his heart hardens, negativity overcomes
His control flaccid, his thoughts acid
Obscurity has won
The moon waxes, he relaxes
The tension in him undone
Light re-enters and centers
He starts to feel dumb
The phase changes
He embraces that his light comes from the sun
Again full he is warm & ready to rule in my universe of love
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