Often do I gaze skyward
Into the night sky
And gaze reflectingly
On that cherished silver satellite.
Coincidence? Fate?
That I look up,
At the end of three decades,
With so much ahead of me.
The moon is full.
Bright, large, and dominating.
Ushering in
The end of an era.
Tomorrow’s dawn
Brings a new calculation
The end of the moon’s phase
The pathway to a new beginning.
So it is for me as well.
This night ends
And I awake
Under a new decade.
I cherish you,
My moonlight,
And trust these signs
And heed them well.
I shall rise
And charge.
Rampant Swan 