The moon has fallen, no where to be seen.
        Warm autumn nights have transformed into bitter winter days.
Frost bitten winds have crumbled golden hued leaves into icy dust,
           stirring up snowstorms of anxiety and mistrust.

But, through these days darkened by fallen moons and broken hearts,
there is a hand, strong and steady reaching through the dark unforgiving cold, always finding its way into mine.

Steadying me against the wind, pushing, heaving against the relentless storm
he leads me to safety within his embrace
never letting go until we reach our home amongst the stars.