One forgotten spirit walks
beneath yesterday’s cloudy moon.
Searching for alchemy, transformation
old age magic to remove the sting of memory.
The song remembered under dark skies
to have a voice, to sing again.
The pull, the swell of life below,
a mix of bittersweet memory.
Chill thoughts of a life wasted
the need to be born again.
Haunted by the scarred face of the moon.
Would that a strong wind could blow
his spirit newborn,
beneath tomorrow’s full moon...