New Moon

Maybe it's the memories Of the places far from here Or the soft, distant whispers From the ones no longer near That wakes you up at midnight Many miles from yesteryear The moon will change color As the season passes through Some will see it as half-way Others see it as brand new But overall the picture In the end is left to you Sometime before the morn comes You'll recall that one last dream But reality stops you Understanding what you've seen And the role that you play Never fits in your life's scheme As you reach out for sun's rise Your thoughts dance around the room The safety of your soul Has been wrapped in a cocoon For there's nothing in your life That's been saved by a new moon