two halves of the moon

Her night wings glimmered
like her eyes
and she said Me?
I prefer the dark side of the moon.

He asked Why?
and she knew.

She said See.
No he said seeing nothing.

You and I we're the same.
How so? he asked.
Answers we can see but
wonder we cannot she said looking up still.

She paused and he paused.

She asked him Now which side of the moon do you prefer?
And he answered The part that I can see of course.

She knew but she said Alright, and

If that is true go home tonight
And if you think only of your answer
And not of your question then stay away forever.
But if it is your question that nags you come back
by night tomorrow.

And he went.

The next night split cold stars sky-wide and he returned
to her and said I too must prefer the dark side of the moon.

What? she said and he was baffled.
Last night we spoke and you told me
your preference for the dark side of the moon
and for wonderment and questions over
light and answers
and I returned because I was as you said--
nagged by my question.

I don't know what you're saying or
Who you are or why you are telling me these things
She said and flew away for good.
A half-illuminated night.

He stood by wondering.