As the moon wanes

What love has lost now wants to gain;

The ever pleasant mist that leaves the grass greener with dew. 

That delicate touch of the true ones hand, that laid upon the open land,

of fields Oh full of ancient dust.

Where faeries flew and willed with trust.

Oh what love has lost…


I couldn’t sleep, as the moon wanes to become new again. It is time to let go. Now I will rest and close me eyes to still my heart unto Gods loving arms.