New Moon

Why call it a new moon
If there is none in the sky?
Darkness folds upon itself
As opened eyes at night
Succumb to black for longing.
One hand, holding shadows-
The other catching those
That spill between the gaps.
The moon is not new- it feigns
The dance of phase and full,
But it is not new.
It is an empty sun
whose gaping absence
stains the sky.