Moonsong

Bewitched by the orb,
Dancing in the night,
Step out into the dark,
and gazing adoringly,transfixed.

Under the glowing moon,
Three souls came to be,
Sipping spirits and reflecting on,
Future, past and present.

The feeling of kinship,
The resounding peace,
The sharing so sound.
But how long can it last?

For as the years pass,
The road shall divide,
Moving on is what that must be,
So appreciate.

Appreciate the now,
All that you have,
All that can be,
For it is everything.