And so we know
phases of Love
trace a path
like the moon,
not always full and glowing
but a red-hued gibbous
or silver arc-
the moon can hide
in sun’s bright light
or in earth’s umbra-
in constant motion
it glides through phases
with perfect timing-
a slow-spinning dancer
dressed in light and shadow-
that wanes to a spangled thread
and disappears-
we trust Love is there in the dark