By the Light of the Moon

The full moon follows. Ever vigilant, that silver specter glides along, lending its light to my wandering way. It cannot tell me what went wrong; who it is that I am now or what I should do. It cannot tell me what has become of what used to be. No matter how much I may wish that it could unlock life's myriad mysteries, it remains but a silent guardian, eternally watchful. It cannot tell me what I yearn so much to know; and yet, it is a welcome companion as I stride along these paths of darkness, the only one invited to this, my soulful solitude. And so I go, on these moonlight walks; alone but for my lunar friend. Its humble warmth ever carries me onwards, to reverie and revelation – guides these faltering steps towards my self.