Indigo Moon

The moon wore an indigo patch
over her eye and the right side of life
squinted, and  the hole in the whole
of the world grew dim; the sea darkened
and holding no grief inside, moon breathed her
last of twilight.

I watch as the moon gives up...
abandoning herself.
I see nature going into eclipse,
robust, full-in-heart, whole in total
darkness. She pulls up her comforter of
surrender, closes her eyes, rolls down her
indigo lashes and lets go the light.

I watch the moon die. In the squinting
of an eye, I see crucifixion releasing
one exhalation of acceptance.
I watch the moment in the moment of
surrender when the moon shrouded in
midnight blue yet overlaid in golden light
(unseen by human eyes)
silently squints and says goodnight to me.