New moon on the rise
Old things must die
And as I wax on
So you wane

Luminous bodies
Shine with pale light
But all things pass
and fade with time

Like sand castles
washed away by tides
They were still built on
the beach with that in mind

A lone bright moon
In an unclouded sky
As we slumber on needles
Amongst the pines

There’s as much black in the sky
As there’s white in my eyes
But they both pour down rain
When precipitating

New moon on the rise
Next crescent then full
Without surprise
It’s all just a phase

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