Beacon

As I turned toward the window
in the darkest part of night,
something familiar
pushed through my dreamswept mind~

The moon, shy at first
behind fleeting clouds,
drew my attention
and
patiently shone,
midcycle,
partially molting
(it seemed to me)
as I focused my eyes.

A question leapt to my heart,
for this moon
gave comfort~
I'd awoken only minutes before, feeling that kind of fear
only known fully at night.
I felt the question
without really understanding it,

And the moon answered,
"Just wait."

As I lay there in bed,
still hoping for more,
the clouds once again
hid
that light.
Moments passed
and then it returned
in lopsided glory~

an imperfect beacon.