The Moon Phases of Living

[gavak]

In this life,
There are those times,
Beset by strife,
Nothing rhymes.

On other days,
Each moment gleams,
In myriad ways,
The universe sings.

Still another jaunt,
To be found,
An empty font,
Makes no sound.

One more path,
'tis the worst,
Filled with wrath,
The song is cursed.

Then the dance,
Between them all,
A day to prance,
Another to fall.

This is life,
It’s what we do,
Until the sythe,
It defines our ‘Who’.

I like my time,
In silent fall,
But I like to shine,
The most of all.

~Gav