Lunar Libration

It’s been weeks that have passed
Since her waning into darkness
Cold blasting drifts, press upon me
These straining ligaments are mortal.
My patience cannot last forever
If I’m forgotten and left
On top of the surface
Of this dead carcass called earth.
I hold firmly but sweaty,
Low and figure forming,
To fight wind and those who let go.

“Why do you hold, why do you hold”
You ask?

I hold for generations now lost
In the wide open seas
I hold for family and friendship
And passionate reprise

Streaming gray clouds whisk rampant through the sky
Hunting, tracking, sniffing, and mutating any sign of light.
The cold frigid air crystallizes my shuddering breath.
I hide.
I hide, but not from those cloudy monsters.
Only liars and wolves who cheer me down under
Away from my place, away from my grace.

It is here that I belong, it is here that I’ll stay
On the surface gripping tightly
For the new waxing way.
My spirit burns more brightly
With my arrogant dismay.

I hold, I hold, but why do I hold?
I hold from past experience and her cyclical sway,
I hold for newer guidance, that comes no other way.
I hold for hope and reason
To shine light into the gray.