The height of a moon in distance one sees
A shade of the moon with an uncertain be
Darkness with the full color of black
Limits of light that has become a lack
But the value of time one can’t look back
Yet the moon darkened with all despair
Clouds disappeared with no band fair
There is a certain caution and warning within beware
Hope being from within
However how does someone live in knowing how to begin?
Heaven is the floor plan
It’s the Lord’s command
One watches and listens
One prays on illustration
Darkened moon plays on one’s soon
The given hour coming at noon
The frustration upon the fear
Hour after hour in what could come near
Once again darkened moon being someone’s spoon
A place being the moment, and the second of revelation
The precise on direct indication and thinking on desperation.