The moon will always shine
the sun will always burn
in darkest time of coldest night
but sometimes their scintillant faces will be void and black.
The pages will always turn
and the pen will always write
but sometimes the ink runs dry and the pages stare back.
So let the words flow if they're not erudite
and let the eclipse come in awe and churn
it's like the seasons
like autumn and spring,
man will forget what the child will learn -
Allow the pendulum its swing,
when it's up, rejoice,
when it's down, hope,
when it's in balance, prepare for both.