We are a waning gibbous
To become nothing in the night,
By orbit darkness worn
Until a shadowed smudge
With no further rounds to come.

Smudge to smudge,
Dusk to dusk,

The last reflected sliver of the sun
Of lighted nights and darkened days
Bright shined times and glowering sights,
Reflections launched
On eternal reverent trails,
Photon traces of a tale
Told unseen, untouched,
Yet still a signature
Of everything we have done,
To be hidden,
But forever present in the dark,
Our ephemeral light.