Phases

the drifting clouds
berate the moon
for shining too bright;
too full

forgetting that
she’s a prisoner,
trapped
…in the solitude
of Earth’s pull

witnessing the weight
of night alone,
captive in silvered light

a silent plea
suspended in air
glowing softly
with her plight

she rises anew
a crescent… slight

building gibbous
waxing… delight

her fleeting shines
through endless tides

shifting
… waning grace

each step;
a phase
back in time

to some other
moment in space

this changing dance
gilded
… she hides

holding untold stories
to the starlit skies

By Sarah ©2024

Sammi Scribbles:
Weekend Writing Prompt, #394 – berate (90 words)