There’s a new moon out tonight
and it’s the darkest of the year
The world crawls into bed
as it wait for the sun to appear
There’s a new moon out tonight
and it’s the coldest night I’ve seen
Lovers lay close by fires burning bright
slowly breathing in the soothing scene
The glow from a thousand fires
gives the sky a hint of orange.
There’s a new moon out tonight
and it’s the quietest ever heard
No cars nor boots traverse the streets
as the night forever remains unstirred
with its perfect stillness only broken
by the silent flapping of shadowy birds
There’s a new moon out tonight
and I can feel it call my name
Though it sits still and cold
it whispers all the same
calling me to walk the empty streets
perhaps to join her in a game
So though there’s a new moon out tonight
it rests alone no more
It has me by its side
to share the things the night has in store
and it’s there I’ll walk in the chilling air
until my moon sinks below the floor
only to rise again another night
to call me out my door
Of The New Moon
Becoming The Muse 
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