shaved moon

shaved moon
half
bitten
and solid
hanging
on by pale
fingers
in the black
blue
sky.
how little it
knows of
love, or
life, and
yet listens
with the patience
of a thousand
wise
men
to your tales.
no words come
back,
no gentle whispers
of wisdom.
just the cold
hard
stare of what
it is.
the moon, nothing
more, nothing
less.
and that's enough
to get you
to tomorrow.