The dying candles marked the end of the feast, and the day. The moon shone in, sure, but in her waning strength, she couldn’t shine everywhere. I stood in the dark… waiting for a wisp to hop on to. Waiting for a sliver of moonlight to catch, and from thereon leap into the brightness of love.
I shattered into dust, as night gave way to torturous day, and no slivers fell to sweep me away.