by Fiona Kennedy
Winner of The Anthem’s 2018 Valentine’s Day Contest
Though I should live to see a thousand years,
I would not dare to chase the night with day
But every moon would mark my vigil here–
My lady loves in phases, but I stay.
For in the darkest hour she alights,
With starry matter drifting in her wake
A crescent crown adorns her tresses bright,
And for the night her hand is mine to take
But when she goes I whiten at the thought
Of sunlit hours and silence so unsound–
The single shade that Time and Fate forgot,
I am the only ghost above the ground
For like the tide, at moonset she recedes
The cruelest constant nature has decreed.