A new moon is soon to grace our sky..
And this hermit’s heart is full of sorrow..
And he couldn’t tell you why.
The New Moon and The Old, Familiar Sun
were once foretold
to find their equilibrium upon a scale..
But only in The Devil’s Whispers..
And only through poetic fairytale.

Alas, these days, his heart
no longer lays its weight in full
upon a single scale.
It lays it,
oh.. so.. lightly..
all at once upon a-many.
And yet..
There is another weight of longing
to be found in light..
that isn’t found in heavy.

I hear The Ocean’s echo
through a seashell..
my humble keepsake.
Perhaps the only source of love
that always loves us well..
that is impossible to fake..
Is a source of love
that finds its roots within.
Perhaps that is the only form of love
that’s free from longing..
That The New Moon was foretold
to usher in.