While yearning.

I may bellow at what the moon beholds, the darkness on the eve of night, 

And find my comfort in the forms, of shadows from its light, 

I never take for granted the evenings
When my faithful heart holds beat,
                       
                 nor the days that scream for company, where the shadows aren't complete, 

 There's a certain madness in the ways we order to obtain,

            shadows often reflect our goodness in the light and rain,

But many storms they conduct in a nature of their own attire, 

      And any water on a flame, would cease from growing higher 

And so that fire within one's soul, should be held close within an embrace when burning 

For we can neither distinguish the storm,  or know a moon while yearning.