It was in that all familiar horizon,

sunlight descending upon a night sky,

lights of the city beginning their journey

into an evening array of illumination.

When in our own quiet refuge we

seek to discover our personal meaning.

We sometimes cannot know ourselves,

and do truly count upon others to reveal.

Yet in that silent scrutiny we are left

with a certain abandon, no longer owning

our own lives, more rather part of a scheme.

Instead of that slow chaos of humanity,

we count on the moon in its own mystique

to guide our lives to this, our new horizon.