Lesser Light

Touched by the light of a changing
silver orb,
I breathe in the autumn air.
Holding moonbeams in my hands
and heart.
Turning over the years events like
the wind blown leaves
stirring at my feet.
I walk on and on...
The chill that hangs so crisp in the
night air,
reminds me that both
seasons and me will keep changing.
I walk on,
seeing my world in a lesser light.
But knowing it to be greater.
That, like myself
there is more to it then it seems...