Every Full Moon

Every full moon has to wane
Once it’s completed waxing;
The same way you must know that pain
Will lurk while you’re relaxing.

Nothing beautiful can last.
Perfection’s not forever;
Though mankind, since the long lost past,
Still chases this endeavor.

Anything ideal is meant
To tease and then be fleeting.
With one taste it’s evident
That joy won’t be repeating.

So savor that full moon each night
You’re graced with its reflection.
Ephemeral is its delight
Until its resurrection.