New moon

Sombre silence in halls of the night

Walking slowly, not to lose sight

Mulling over the goals that I want

Must I make peace with it or a chant

Should I follow my heart, through the thorns

Should I wait for some sound of the horns

Maybe walking the path that's created

Will be something with what I'll be sated

Yet that won't be the truth for my calling

And the inside me I'll be one frowning

If I let others dictate my actions

I'll be broken in miniscule fractions

What would better be chosen in my way?

What is better for me as a whole?

Which ideas could mold from the fine clay?

What is better for me, for my role?

Halls are dark, empathetic and silent

Mind is roaring with questions of life

Should I wing it and grow greatly violent

Or that would kill, diminish strife?

Door comes open and light shines towards me

Warmth enveloping lamb of a soul

Forward comes someone that is divine me

And with voice speaks inside me - the call

Clear is mind, heart love filled and abundant

We've alas came to find rightful path

Follow dreams and be clear what's beside me

That way surely I'll sprout from right bath