Waning crescent moon

It can see the line of sunlight weaving through the craters 

The comforting sunbeams lessening by the hour

Drifting away to an unreachable abyss

yet, it remains content in its lunar spirals

For it is the beginning of the end 

It will soon fade to nothingness 

But one day

One day the light will shine on the other side 

It knows the waning is not permanent

Nor is it an unthinkable adversary 

A means of creation and distribution

The waning crescent moon is not permanent 

Yet, it gives way to something new and beguiling

Until the end of time