Silver Sliver Lune
Sharp and fine curvature
Through my eyes, tenure
A nocturne, on noir night
A silver sliver on my sight
Alicia, my beloved
You, my Lune, kept fading
Your radiance kept shrinking
Into sliver of faint memoir
A thousand moment, encore
Yet bit by bit, shredding
The bits of silver, arcing
From full circular Lune,
To a sliver of faint tune
Of our spring,
And our fated zing,
Fragmented, eroded of time
The silver sliver Lune
Kept reminding me,
Of ever fading past,
And I hope,
That this sliver will hold
The remaining memoir,
Of the thousand encore
Of our past,
And I hope will last,
As a remembrance
Of your sometime existence