The fullness of the moon shines clear and bright;
Her beams accentuate the hidden path.
My mistress she, wills where I go tonight
By flight, by sight, propelled by winds of wrath.
The days go by her strength becoming faint,
But still she passes overhead to guide.
Her light, once bright absorbed by shadows’ taint
Until one day her light winked out and died.
Once gone the stars above do glow e’er more
As friends give choices, open paths be made;
But ne’er forget that she taught me to soar
A gift, once giv’n, a debt not yet repaid.
Familiar paths she etched with wind and shade
Through which I fly, now free, forever changedns188.8.131.52da2