Phases of the Moon

All is dark
all is blackness
the night is all consuming

the air starts to stir
a sliver ekes out
disguised in vapour clouds

and its glittering teeth
illuminate the countryside
the slow pale shadows envelop mystery

the brittle air
bleached sunlit corridor
of floated dust particles glitter like stars

and as the face of it
frowns down on our sins
it has a joyful smirk you know what it is

its gentle decline until it vanishes
from sight, disappears into the next month