When the Moonlight Broke Free...

Orphaned earth, dreaming of the moon,
Yearning, wondering where it went so soon,
Sees a flash, of a sudden, and the coming of dawn,
And a young man walking, on and ever on

There’s light, a lot, but just a promise of the sun,
And he’s walking, alone, as just the one
Of a thousand thoughts he’s keeping company—
A thousand that the night can’t seem to see

He’s lost, he knows not where he goes;
He’s tired, he knows it scarcely shows;
For just as a child, clean and yet to be cheated,
He struggles, to win, he’s never been defeated

It’s getting cold, the wind has a chill
And his snowball grows, rolling up the hill;
Heavier, each moment, and just beginning to see
This climb is steeper than any in memory

He’s being what he’s never been;
He’s seeing what he’s never seen;
It’s not done, not yet, but nor is he;
The end to his story is yet to be

He sweats; he wishes his tears to be lost
And he wishes some way he could melt the frost;
Not that the snow is blinding, but it bleeds
And he hates the pain it newly seeds

It’s a challenge, maybe, a wrinkle on his way,
Much like the moonless morning of a sunless day
When you live the dream, and feel the promise
Of a smiling end to the frown there is

Not all, he knows, can always be right
And not always does he wish for a dawn to the night,
But this once, as he walks, he wishes for more;
He hopes he’s still on that side of the door

And as this happens, as the thoughts transpire,
The earth witnesses the likeness of a fire...
The dream comes true, brings home the promise too;
Memory sparks as memories be, and with a whisper, the moonlight breaks free