When there is a rise in the horizon
we could easily ignore the reality,
perhaps it is a coincidence,
the waves sing slapping ferocity.
When the world seems a little strange
we always do recall that one time,
our laughter can become real,
in the midst of a memory’s confusion.
When we awake in the morning sun,
we welcome the passage of time
nostalgic notions of a lunar design
could remain that romantic omen.
When while the seasons mark an age
we could decide upon a framework,
a purposeful acknowledgment of time
so many moons, so soon I’m blind.
When where we struggle to define,
starlit skies may humble our kind.