Beginning

I seek you neath the half moon
My spirit fades without your gentle feeling
Eternity in afterlife will judge our purpose
The sun will rise and I will leave
My love for you neath the half moon.

Looking up to the morning blue

Your presence is gone

Thankful for the sacred gift of life

My purpose becomes clear

Now I can seek out my life and truth

Without the illusion of your love

Inner creation is mine to command

The future beckons me to become.

Stephen Rowlands 11/01/20