New moon

The rippling into a full moon
'tis the herald of the last breath in masks and sweat
en mass upon the brow
Streams of running waters of course the coast is coarse
Holding the new normal with hasty feet in chase of dream
Yet new dews greet our feet
Love makes new home still we, a people ungrounded
By the whirls of the winds
In fall we rise, meandering through tributaries called life
He pulls the strings we fall tune
And thus we hold a life dear but given without a fee
We thought the wage we took was the prize but we pride that everything is given freely
'tis a new moon without moans our tons of thanks to HIM alone.