The Moon Will Wane, But I Will Guide

I counted years… as other lives… One year… a thousand goodbyes… I took a hand… I spoke her name… We built a hearth… we fed the flame… Her hair turned white… mine stayed the same… I learned too late… love scars the same… Sons into men… then into dust… Grandsons I barely learned to trust… I dug the earth… I said the rites… Again… again… through endless nights… I begged the moon… to let me fade… But silence… was the vow it gave… Through every dark… I stand beside… Not one life lost… but lights I’ve known… Now I walk… not alone… A broken cup… a corner seat… Where ghosts and memory often meet… No one asks… and I don’t speak… Too much time… makes men grow weak… I drank to dull… not to forget… Each name a wound… I carry yet… The world moved on… I stayed behind… A body young… a buried mind… Then three walked in… with dust and breath… Not fearing life… nor fearing death… Through every dark… I stand beside… Not one life lost… but lights I’ve known… Now I walk… not alone… Not for a home… that time will claim… Not for a bloodline… bound to flame… But for the lost… the ones who roam… I gave my grief… and found my home… She speaks my name… without the weight… No fear of time… no hand of fate… She sees the cracks… but does not flee… She still believes… there’s more in me… A final thread… I choose to hold… Not made of years… or growing old… If I must walk… while others fall… Then I will rise… and guard them all… Through every dark… I stand beside… Not one life lost… they light my way… In every night… I choose to stay… The moon may fade… but stars remain… In every loss… I name the flame… I lost a world… to find my role… A thousand lives… now make me whole… The moon is thin… the sky runs wide… Less light above… more stars to guide…