Alex
O’NeilA
Quarter Moon
So, you just let me find it out the hard way,
just hear it from any
ole body.
Your smile, like a quarter moon, far,
in a place that might
as well be space.
In another time, I would have wept,
thrown my tears
to the wind
and sneered, “Jerk”
of jerks that dances to destiny’s
call
and leaves dreamers sleeping.
(The fools that we are.)
While
you, a prince in steeled armor,
risk all to face the dragons.
And in
the end
kings and queens will sway to your music
and laud you over the
jesters who turn home
and sleep and dream of champagne and
paparazzi.
Oh, how I envy and love you for that,
while I hold your
face hostage and
release it on my blackest nights.
Your smile, like a
quarter moon, lights my heart.