New Moon

A new moon sits, plumply,
Pasted in the sky;
It’s had it fill of horror,
The sins of you and I.

The swelling tide sweeps up,
Washing away the blood;
Salt water tears dry up,
Having purged the pain of your love.

The bright day has broken free,
From the night’s cruel clutch;
Not prisoner of the dark,
Nor numb to his touch.

The sunlight warm and blinding,
In its purity;
Ever in debt to he,
Who shared his light with me.