Untitled (a poem)

Under the dark moon, you’ve lost your way

Yet elfin sweet sadly calls your name

You wait for a crescent sliver, a sign, a helping hand

In that native foreign land

What is the way, and how do I get there?

Who is foul, and who is fair?

Trace the veins of a new leaf

Howl to the unseen moon

Look up!

Do you see…


And they sing in cold, high voice

You always have a choice

The way is yours alone to make

There is always a way

Call back to the song you hear

That ancient children’s game

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