to the Moon

To the moon, the masculine aspect of night revealed
Who leaves shadows from the night sky
And awakens the darkness along
Tumbled.

I ask for dreams that build confidence
For my life awakened
Pedaling I, Seine, along
For a dark crusade.

My offering is my words of kindness
Towards sharpening up what is true
Out of white bark 
From the young birch tree.
History repeats itself.
Peace begins.

​The bell rings
The voices resound
The moon moves as I move
I humble myself to the moon and its shadow
​And wait for an answer.