The Crescent of the Moon

I'm like the crescent of the moon Reaching its peak in midst of June With every passing night I wax myself and reach the fullest of my shape After every passing night I wane myself and slowly delve into the void It's not what the night thinks about me observing me from the distance Neither it's about the stars who accompany me in those 29 days It's about me who is going through these days I'm sure I'll not stay the same full moon with every single passing night I know I will vanish into the void But I'm sure I'll not stay in the same void, slowly but steadily I'll light up the sky while at my fullest. What remains in between of this is the beautiful crescent shape I retain, with every passing wax and every passing wane. I am who I am amidst of these waxes and wanes. I am a selēne Among my stars Glowing and fascinating myself and the entities around me Abhishek Gambhir/ Apollo_guy