The moon, a reminder
Whatever phase
We are in, we are still whole

It is that light in us
Not the darkness

That frighten us
Our ability, Our words
That stings and stains the mind

If I could speak to the breeze
What would she teach?

I’d ask politely for peace
Or some guidance at least

Perhaps she’d tell me to leave
Conceal the secrets
in the air we breathe.

If I could speak to the sea
What would she preach?

I’d ask her what does it mean
To the know the depths of belief?

Perhaps she’d guide me beneath
Reveal the meaning
thats hidden and unseen.