My Waning Friend

I never know what to think,

when you gaze upon my face.

You begin with an open awe,

and end in a glimpsed austere.

Does your eye really provoke,

those to ensue the radical show.

The change of man into the savage,

to feast and feed the hunger fulfilled.

Masters of darkness cavort with you,

only to rest until your return.

Dancing and singing while you watch,

the spry and devoted enjoy your embrace.

Like any other who must shudder,

you turn to stare like no other.

Did you leave for just that moment,

to let all those to look in wonder.

Are you leaving in quick succeeding,

to seek your solace away from me?

My friend who only gets angered,

during a harvest of autumn bloom.

Three times my friend will entrance,

on the fourth the melancholy begins. 

I always know my friend is tired,

for the rings of time do acquire.

He never cries and always smiles,

but my friend you always beguile.

For when I wake only to find,

you have gone replaced by luminosity.