Henry Holcomb

There's a certain sense of desperateness at which we clutch each other

As if the other were about to simply melt away in ephemeral grace

When everything sharpens and clears

Yet softening and warming

Until it all falls away

In perfect grace

Until all that's left is you and I

Held together with the bonds of unbreakable content

And a moon so tall

That gleams her pale hint 

Of that thing we both desire but fear to speak

As the night grows the moon rides strong

Whispering, waiting, a glistening beacon

And now 

Love like the moon frozen in full

Let it stay picturesque and pale

Let it stay round, a circle perfection

 

But the moon lies our of hand

For that is the beauty

This moon shall wax and wane

For that is the unalterable course

But I rest in thought

That should the moon fall in dark

It shall rise again in full light

All in due time

The patient

The loyal

Reaping the riches of natural cycle

As I shall too