(black moon silver)

she has these dark eyes
black like night
black like the painted canvas
black like the unlit stage
where the moon dances
shines
glows

black like a sheet
pulled over
your nose
somehow darkness moving
a fragility
a place, a time
before the universe was born

moon
the desert landscape
the lustre of 1/8 of a candle
yet in this night
even a sliver
is brighter than all the stars
a silver slice
of a more magical being