I am young, within a glen
‘Tis my haven, spice of life.
Here I am, a boy of ten,
Alone, first love, content, no strife.

A weight I now bear, my shoulders are weary.
Proud time has caught me; I knew he would come,
Exalt to the days when my eyes weren’t so bleary,
I still have that glade, I remember the sun.

Perception thickens and memories dry,
Sharper than ever, I’m ready to die.
Fog on the harbor, hard as I try
Old peace I recall, ‘tis memory mine.

I have come to be moon, oh cycle reversed (yet)
My children will mourn me, find joy in my verse.

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