Quarter Moon

Thus I stroll again under quarter moon

I carry my parch across the green and fix my view

Expression to me is the mentality I do see

Today rose the sun after showering the flowers

I may write here to remember;

But I write to fulfill a passion

A short event to add to the page of memoirs

I journey here not long but not forgotten

I take pleasure in my pen among the dark of den

Thought to me is organic, as I would hunger

I carry this torch throughout my life

A teller of tales, noble notions resplendent

Arousing thoughts begin to arouse feelings

A new plane be born, discovered and kept when inspired

With pen be my path with swords to sway

That I may slice division with allure and affectedness

Blurs begin to become distinguishable

Clues slowly form a gate

I connect here alone unilaterally with the wonders of night and sky

And for just these thoughtful and solemn nights

The past and future I long to bring together a union

Log it as the enlighten of days

Above stars sing, I soar to be as much alive

I can build a memory in this parch

Howbeit I my lose one day the trace of assurance and be gone

I can arise a new seed to overcome the uprooted ones

In wonder I return to this quaint to educate

The more I watch the more I can listen

Then I recognize there is nothing to hear

Teach me O'’ quaint moon

In space you travel forever

So I write the this letter of fervor

I adorn you as you pass often

Pail and exquisite hanging loft

I inspire astonished wisdom above me

Tonight you ascend west so I say adieu

And thank you for these words