I've written a lot.
Magnified the issue
Beyond understanding,
I drowned.

I forgot that every one,
Is the best while it lasts,
Then comes another.

If that's true
Why fear that every one becomes just another?
A question for later.
These five moons define all moons to to come.

I'll give them the attention I'd give
The one I'd be with
For all moons to come.

Let me live in care free joy
For you are not the worry of these five moons.
Beyond that we have our paths.
You are then not the worry
Of any season to come.