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