The First Full Moon

The poet's heart is often put to the test. He or she knows what they like, but seldom what is best. We wear our hearts on our sleeve. Because in the end everything we love must leave. The road in front of us once seemed wide and without an end. Now it seems too narrow and has danger at every bend. So if you don't see me come this next May. Just look at the first full moon and start to pray.