Gibbous Moon

A gibbous moon hangs in a tree
Not quite full but it’s getting there
Shows me what you mean to me
I’m not going anywhere

Its light washes my open eyes
And leaks behind my walls
It opens my doors and tries
To steady my soul when it falls

Your love holds me present and past
The future is your precious gift
My love will always be yours at last
To anchor me when I start to drift

When I find it hard to speak
Your patience will gently pull
All reluctance away from the leak
My heart is not gibbous, it’s full



About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
This entry was posted in Friendship, Gratitude, love and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

8 Responses to Gibbous Moon

  1. Ruth Langlois says:


  2. AnnieO says:

    Poignant and deep love.
    Thank you for sharing.

  3. Your words draw a vivid picture of your relationship with L.

  4. Debra says:

    Rich and beautiful, Jim. Truly lovely.

  5. beth says:

    I love the moon, wonderful post. (p.s. I refollowed you to see if that helps)

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