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
(Moon: reddit.com)
Narble Furt Lives 
Lovely!
Poignant and deep love.
Thank you for sharing.
Your words draw a vivid picture of your relationship with L.
Yes. Exactly my intent. 🙂
Rich and beautiful, Jim. Truly lovely.
Thank you Debra. It will probably turn into a song.
I love the moon, wonderful post. (p.s. I refollowed you to see if that helps)
Thanks. We’ll see what happens tomorrow.