Black Moon Rising

The Black Moon rises unseen,
a timid heart behind the veil,
shying from the world’s gaze,
yet aching to be known.

She hides her face in darkness,
a secret lover in waiting,
her silence trembling with longing
for the one she adores.

Unaware of her own gift,
she scatters stars like petals,
silver blossoms spilling wide,
adorning the heavens
as if to prepare a bed of light.

Their shimmering trails weave a path—
a gentle summons,
a lover’s hand extended—
calling Luna back from sorrow,
back from her night of solitude,
back into the arms of sky.

And when at last she rises,
soft and luminous,
her beauty rests upon the weary world
like a kiss upon closed eyes,
a promise that love returns,
always, again, and forever.