One with wants & dreams,
Journeys through moonbeams it seems,
The crescent moon, heart's desire,
A quest with a burning fire.

Perceptions shift, moon in sight,
Yet always lost, within their plight.
Path they tread, plains so grand,
Journey long, no clear plan.

Moon's shape changes, as they near,
Symbol of hope, to calm their fear.
But soon it fades, left alone,
With just their thoughts, their own.

Desire's crescent, shape so strange,
A light to guide through this change.
For every trial, every test,
Brings them closer to their quest.

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A note of gratitude to whoever may collect - you are appreciated.