The crescent moon

The crescent moon

With half closed eyes
she was watching the
crescent moon, that hangs above
the last purple lines
of the retreating twilight...

It reflected on the
still wet lines of
her forgotten tears
and on her chiseled cheeks,
creating an aura of
molten gold glaze…

Is she sad, depressed
or simply emotional…
It’s a dark secret
that lies beneath
her pensive eyes
and the quivering lips…

It looks as if her
soul is immersed in
the magic of the crescent moon
which is waiting to take her
to the frozen realms of
impassive intimacy,
the naughty crescent moon…