You are bright
but waning again.
Sometimes
even being alone
alone enough.
You are bright
like a sunrise.
You are closing like an eyelid,
Like the curve of the earth,
Her valleys swallowing you
At the exact
same
rate
you rise.
You are bright.
You are brighter than this melancholy.
You are waning.
You will disappear into the
not alone enough,
into your newness,
into a night filled with stars.
