I turned down my appearing crescent
When it wanted to approach my veiling twilight.
I feared I never deserved
the shine of its silver linings.

Yet to this day, my heart regrets
that verdict of mine…
Why didn’t I reply with the words
I had saved?
Perhaps the seasons of longing
would have been different since then.

And here it is autumn again,
Many moons have waxed and waned
since then.
But, My moon never sighted ever again.
After descending down the horizon,
along with the passenger clouds
back then.

It departed to somewhere
it truly belonged,
And I left alone,
lost in the abyss of my own,
forever…