I stare wistfully at the future, a future seemingly uncertain

Though I do not perceive, I do vision

They swirl together like stars melting upon the otherwise barren skies

They form a shape, one I've seen- no heard before

Thoughts forgotten for long yet vibrant like new

The vibrancy is one that a peacock would envy

BUt it can not hear or see these mental hallucinations

They are mine to bend and swirl 

Like the cosmo of a Milkyway

At once they stop or disappear 

They are seen only by brave ones

Ones who bend the will of timelines

Are those who do not understand their own

And when it glows everlastingly

Their fear turns into hope

Once a doubt becomes a truth

It enlightens a path one calls a Ruth

Ruth shines bright as she remembers

The timbers that started in late November

The joy it brought

So long sought

Is one that people tend to fear

But do not worry my greatest dear

Follow this path

Because it is not your last

It is sworn to you

By the love of the moon