Blessed Unaware
Breathe through globes of light,
The city buzzes and excites;
Pulse through footsteps and heartbeats loud,
Billboards crying for attention now.
Christmas trees light up a desire common -
Home bound without any summon.
In even numbers laughter unite,
Hands seizing what brings joy in sight.
The city of lights a never-ending night,
Precarious nature of hope in darkness right;
Decorations fragile sold,
Those who have someone hold.
Away from waves and crowds she walks resolute,
Steps calculated to appear aloof;
Alone intentional and preferred,
Quietly she treads with a gaze downwards.
And suddenly a soft gentle nudge from above,
Illuminates a path in moonlight dust;
A glow from within enjoyed with or without more,
Bathe in light and bring back ashore.
Thus in moonlight she stands and admires,
A view in solitude not none the wiser;
A scene impossible in city lights,
No beacon without the darkest night.
Every crescent every phase,
But natural process an inevitable stage;
One must first hear dissonant tune,
Before dancing in harmony’s full moon.