Wane

Out in the great dark
The crescent moon suspends, 
Portending gibbous

Four elements scramble 
For the balance that once was
Just as sure as cranes 
Landing on the braided river

Wisdom and continuity
Don't come cheap, and
What seem like just some
Little prices paid 
Might become unbearable

In the night, solitude hums, 
You look at the vast sky
And you think of all the 
Crossers of the borderlands,
Their tears watering the ancient
Ground of being 

You wrest uncertain words from a new night,
As the fog floats across the ushering moon, and 
You promise to keep trying
Even though 
You will be gone before
You'll know.