The night is the Moon of dreams and bright ideals
but it is not enough to say I see the shine in its beams.
It only becomes glittering when life has shattered you
and suddenly the light is reflected in your broken pieces.
A great love once grew in harmony with the stars
until that fateful hour when fragility became shattered.
Then like meteor showers pieces of my heart rained down
and jagged edges became beautiful in the Moon's light.
For though the jagged edges cut though me like a knife,
I felt as if I was set free from all the captive emotions.
The Moon was shining through my fragmented tears
and I knew my heart was put together with knowledge.
My smile reflects the light of my new beginning
and the glint of light is shining out of pieces of a glass Moon.