NOW, FACE THE MOON

I read your secret thoughts, your dream-
In the dead leaves floating slow, downstream;
In the rain that filled the empty skies
I tasted the tears as they left your eyes.
I felt your regret in the sudden breeze-
How, as it passed, it stirred the trees-
How it drifted away in the smoky light.
I'd felt it before- alone in the night.
You have grown weary from living apart
From the rest of the world with your troubled heart.
When your faith was lost you felt deceived
Yet, you wish for a time when you still believed.
The cold orb climbs over sunset hills.
Through this silent land the darkness steals.
The river reflects the endless flow
Of sky above to moon below.
Now, when hands cannot hide your grief,
When no memory of hope can restore belief,
From the shadows that are fading fast
Turn now, face the moon- and face the truth at last.