Half Moon Poem by Mohammad Yousef

In the quiet hush of twilight,
where shadows stretch like whispers,
a half moon hangs, suspended in the velvet sky,
its silver face a canvas of dreams,
a half-lit promise of what is and what might be.

You stood there, beneath its gaze,
your laughter mingling with the night air,
a melody soft as the sigh of the wind,
your eyes sparkling with starlit secrets,
a universe contained within their depths.

We were two souls, orbiting,
caught in the gravity of our own desire,
the pull of your smile like the tide,
drawing me closer, closer,
to the edge of something splendid and new.

The world around us faded,
the chatter of the city dulled to a murmur,
as we shared stories wrapped in moonlight,
each word a brushstroke on the canvas of our hearts,
painting a picture only we could see.

In that moment, the half moon became whole,
a beacon illuminating the path ahead,
and I felt the warmth of your hand in mine,
a connection that transcended the stars,
where time slowed, folding into itself like origami.

We wandered through the night,
our footsteps a rhythm, a soft percussion,
the air thick with unspoken promises,
as if the cosmos conspired to keep us close,
each heartbeat echoing, a love song waiting to be sung.

And there, beneath the watchful glow,
I found the universe in your smile,
the mysteries of the cosmos swirling
in the depths of your gaze,
and I knew we were made of stardust,
intertwined in this celestial dance.

But as dawn approached,
the half moon began to wane,
its light dimming, retreating into the horizon,
and I felt the bittersweet tug of reality,
the knowledge that moments are fleeting,
that even the brightest stars must eventually fade.

Yet, in that transience, I found beauty,
the way love flourishes in the face of impermanence,
how it demands to be savored,
like the last sip of wine,
rich and intoxicating, lingering on the tongue.

So we stood, side by side,
witnesses to the birth of a new day,
the half moon a memory etched in time,
and I realized,
even in its absence,
the love we shared would shine on,
a constellation mapped across the night,
forever illuminating the spaces
between our hearts.

And though the moon may wax and wane,
the echo of that night remains,
a love story written in the stars,
where every half moon is a reminder,
of the beauty found in our fleeting moments,
and the promise of countless tomorrows,
waiting just beyond the dawn.