The moon is not full tonight,
But I can still see all of it
And it is as dear to me
As when it is bright in the night.

Tonight it's pull is dark.
The dark is sweet,
And this delicious peach may have a pit,
but I have not found it yet,
although I taste it deeply,
over and over.

And still I know,
The best is yet to come.

-jenn