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.