The promise of a crescent moon

When all hope was lost

lonely I was

in a foreign metropolis

away from home

at the other side of the world

lost among the concrete walkways

and the towers that rose around

I ran, heavy-hearted

when I looked upward

and saw a crescent moon

shining over a dark blue sky

and in its shape I read

a silent letter

a promise

that not all was lost

even when it seemed so

 

And now, years afterwards

I see again

that same sliver of moon

lighting the sky

and I feel the same hope

rising in my chest

I’ve grown in the art of listening

to the melody of silence

and I hear a voice whispering

that love

lies within myself

and can never be lost

no matter what happens