Night descends upon the world’s horizon
And the moon’s face gleams.
A matter of time before the sun’s rising
But darkness tears at the seams.
And the needle’s eye seems so small,
Blind to sanity’s thin thread.
An apocalyptic protocol,
A frayed knot’s far spread.
The fabric of reality is flexible,
Perspective the vehicle of change.
But mentality is periodically unpredictable,
Naturally prone to range.
The moon’s multiple faces cycle,
Crescents that wax and wane.
The night sky slowly gets darker,
Faith’s hope must renew again.
A deep breath of fresh air,
A sip of hot steaming tea,
Head bowed in prayer,
Open awareness is key.
Finding a friend to confide
Or making a gift for another,
Bringing my feelings outside,
We’re all in this together.
Singing my favorite song,
Painting the sunset’s hues,
Chugging slowly along
While appreciating the views.
For the story continues spinning,
No matter what may seem to loom.
The leaves must grow first
Before a bright flower can bloom.
Some nights I need a nightlight,
Found from within, among, or above.
Sometimes it takes some time,
We are only burdened with what we can climb.