Of the Moon

Down I path I strode

Through the forest grove

Many choices lay before me

Many decisions lay behind

From the sky above me soft rain fell down

Strewn across my path were

A dozen purple flowers all dimpled of the moon

The cobwebs of my life trailed across my face 

As they were swept away anew

The time for constant has been lost,

Breathed the ever-changing wind

The time for certainty is gone,

Sighed the chancy rain

The time for safety is not now,

Gurgled the rushing stream

Will you take this path,

They all cried out as one

To the forever changing, uncertain, dangerous unknown?

Or will you come ne'er this way again.

I stood and thought and thought some more

And decided what was best;

To walk the edge of dreams,

Or share a common fate?

I chose my way and the voices brushed my ears once more,

Your old life is over,

They rang out

Now let us begin again.

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