Moonlight traces the paths of gilded discoveries

As the lunar symmetry turns from full to waning
Shadowy silvered tendrils of inverse sunlight fall
Stretching out like serpents, that seethe, prostrate
On the cold lonely earth, mirroring the night sky
A heart in need of minimalism could follow roads
To the worlds end, beyond a long forgotten sea
And at journeys end; stumble and falter in hope
Into your arms if only they could swell again apart