To Find the Moon Forever Lost
I never thought a day might come,
When everything I felt should last
To never ask where they came from,
So quickly turn into the past.
And not just what was yesterday
In my own little land of thought,
My memories werenít meant to stray
Reminders of what I was taught.
For still I have this wanderlust
To covet and yet sacrifice.
Why shrinking life of only just
A precious few down to one vice.
What kind of messages to send,
The future beats an empty drum
For those of us who see no end;
The darkest winter yet to come.
Iíll never last without the rain,
To burrow in when comes the frost.
My anxious breath misting the pane
To find the moon forever lost.