Midnight is black without the moon
as if there is no
beating heart
An utterly light-less existence
hangs in the balance
From which my spirit
wishes to part

The glorious moon
is that which feeds the river
Of my soul’s
own living grace
This darkness steals my flow
from me
As if my very life
is held in place

Without the moon’s luminous glow
to shine upon
my ever seeking face
My spirit wanders aimlessly
questioning
Why this mishap
has taken place

All the air surrounding this blackness
Has become too thick
to breathe
My body continues to exist
on this plane
However, my spirit
is no longer free

Suddenly I feel the warmth
of the rising sun
Breaking free across
the blackest sky
My moonless night has ended
and my spirit breathes
I stay, take in
this wondrous sight