TO THE MANY I LOVE [love poems]

WAXING CRESCENT

The last one to greet my worn-out soul but it's with you I walk the black lengths,
My trust is in you; evident in the vulnerable hours I spend telling you my depths and torments.
Like the tenderness I love falling into and ache to forego you are my precious figment,
And those serene whispers of yours are the songs that my heart hums in fragments.
Singing me to sleep every night, dear my only light in the starless night,
You are my waxing crescent - the first step to the fullness, and my life's most beautiful sight.

-Laxmi Bhargavi Golla