Half Moon Hush

He lives in the quiet hours, where thought deepens and the world exhales. With soft arcs in sage and ivory, Half-Moon Hush reflects his calm resolve — a silent rhythm for those who lead without noise.

The world forgets me once the lights go low,
But I begin where others find their end.
Each ticking hour, a breath I only know—
A quiet thought too restless to pretend.

I pace in half-light, sip in half-belief,
A half-seen self beneath a sleepless sky.
The moon, like me, holds wonder wrapped in grief,
Not full, not gone—just learning how to try.

The world I dream is soft but sharp and wide,
A better place I write with every line.
Though half, I move the dark with steady stride—
My silence loud, my midnight voice divine.

A half moon hangs — not broken, just between.
And so am I: undone, but still unseen.