have you ever seen
a moon made of amber
with an ominous gleam
on a night to remember.
tonight she shines silver
perhaps in pure mockery
of an opposite future
ignored but foreseen.
perhaps I'll visit here
after she has returned
and shed a single tear
as fool been burned.
inside I harbor fear
for all that I've learned,
maturity still so sheer
myself will be scorned.
