The day has come and gone,
Battles won and lost,
My soul weary,
My heart hopeful,
I look to the night sky
And see the moon,
Its proverbial cow jumping over.
An ancient beacon,
A reminder that even the sun needs slumber.
Good night, Moon,
Wise one.
Sleep well under your blanket of ebony,
Kissed by the stars,
A mirror of light
And the hope of the new day to come.
The View from Here 