The moon has gone through her phases, so have I,
So has life, so has the World around me;
I’ve watched Friendship flower, wither and die –
First day; now it is Night that surrounds me.
In phases, they came – who chose to be friends;
In phases, they went, are going, shall go;
In short, everything, that matters, ends –
Our link’s, perchance, caught in this undertow…
But our link isn’t strained, let alone ended,
Come, let us make most of this happy night.
In Woe or Fear were you not befriended:
Our flower still blooms unwary of Blight.
Hope and Love bless the smiles of you and me;
And, perchance, forever shall we happy be.
19 December, 2007.