Under the moon I walk in the sand, bare earth, Mother Earth, the Giver.
Waves lap and dance by my feet at this cold sleepless hour, shiver,
In fact,
At the fear of what a moonless dark could bring.
Yet I do not fear.
I look to the horizon and see glowing embers of dusk
Before the eyes of a rising sun part the sea,
Eyes that spot the moon briefly, before
The moon melts in their luminosity.
One may not live without the other,
Their fates are one and ambition the same,
The moon and sun sustain constant light,
To ensure no journey of mine ends in vain.