Winters pale moon shifts and shimmers
as tiny suns of the night sky
play hide and seek with dark minions.
Less thoughtful creatures waste away
these twighlight melodies of sight
as I ponder lifes destiny.
Come the morrow brightness will blind
all but the very strongest hearts
from a natural path ordained.
Lifes neither noble or unjust
but unguided moments of each
interacting with all others.