The Full Moon

Reflecting and Refracting
The moon waxes and wanes
The sun begins to rise
As the darkness starts to fade.

I walk along the streets
Thinking of the new days trials
I wish I could solve it all
Then, not end up in piles.

As my world is silent
My breath is seen
As the cold winter breeze
Chills my bones, and numbs me.

Crows call out
And sing their songs of night
As shadows now seen
They lift off, and take flight.

The sun has risen
The night is gone
Now I must sing the song
Of night and shadows
Who are now lost and gone.