Release soft

senses tuned

to light born

of the moon.

The day does

wrap around

me love here

I have found.

Crash do the

casualties of

those forgot

of joy to love.

Orbs rise do

inside energy.

Create they a

lit symmetry.

Perfect drawn

is soft charm;

no fear shed a

sense of alarm.

Unknown it is

for some cross

tallies of heart

emotion is lost.

Set upon a lit

journey night

with warmth

in eyes delight.

Draw pictures

in the dim light

of that worth a

heart to fight.

Hope structure

in deep wounds.

See hope even in

night’s lit moon.