Quiet Ruminations

Quiet Ruminations
By
Jeffrey Gershom

A waning Moon rises
Showing the decline
Of the once full
Brightness of its life.

A second dashes by,
A minute steadily passes,
A degree is met,
…and the cycle continues.

In time, its zenith
Is reached where
All things are revealed,
If one observes.

Even after its prime
And at such heights,
It fails to see the
Potential of belonging.

Many people look up
To its beauty,
To its luminance, but
Cannot touch its face.

A powerful loneliness
Covers the entire expanse
Of its plains and oceans,
Dry, no more tears left.

Slowly, it floats
Down to a cold bed
That knows it is about
To receive a guest.

As a waning Moon readies
Itself for timeless slumber,
Dreams of tomorrow
Float with playful joy.