gaunt lodge
The weight of life can feel so heavy
Pressing down, like an endless levy
But as the sun beats down, one thing remains
The moon, faithful and constant, never wanes
Days blur together, like a watercolor dream
Memories fade, but still, they haunt and scheme
Yet in the lake's reflection, a shimmering sight
The moon, rising to illuminate the night
Close your eyes, rest your weary head
Autumn's arrival, a promise to be led
Through fading summer skies, now dark and cold
The moon, a beacon of hope, shining bold
Days can sink you, like a ship lost at sea
But keep treading water, just like me
For even in the depths of life's undertow
The moon rises high, and continues to glow
Like a daffodil plucked from its garden home
Days may tell you where to go and what to atone
But always remember, despite life's demands
The moon will rise again, with outstretched hands
Sleep will come, to give respite and peace
Autumn's touch, a gentle, soothing release
For every dream that fades away into the night
The moon rises anew, a steady and constant light
dawn harness
