even the light of the crescent moon is enough
to highlight the beautiful and the quiet
that sings through cicadas and crickets
in a rare warm evening breeze;
and you would be forgiven
if you wanted to stand in this place,
to breath it in forever

even the light of the crescent moon is enough
to dispel the sad dark hearts that linger
over the graves of regret and past mistakes;
may we whisper prayers of forgiveness
to ourselves and the ones who tore us up
for the sake of the ones who tore them up