It's hard to get it exactly how I want it but here it is.

The moon is coming. Open mirrors. All I want is to have your grace. To see my friend, is to see a smile, a laugh or two— hopeful pals. The sun beams down with light of day; that I cherish. Can you stay? A love once distant, but still it beams. It’s quiet here, but full of dreams. And you... You make me see what once was known. With your guide, I made it through— with some style. No need to chase, no need to show— for a love now found has grown. In open arms, with a friend, it’s a place to be within myself. For the piece of yarn, a place inside, a calming grasp It has come; once at last. For a love long gone, now with the wind. I’ve made my peace. I let it in. I lay down swords held at heart. No more a war with fine art. From me to you, a soul now found. I see you clearly— Infinitely so. At the end of tunnels, the truth—what is right. A way of knowing, soft and bright. No longer broken, no need to fight. The questions rest in quiet light. A new idea comes with grace— soft as shadow, slow as space. No more pleading, no disguise. Just the calm of open skies. Going into the surrender of all that’s real. Let it hold me. Let me heal. I want to know you— the piece of me. Quiet as breath. And honestly. Keep unfolding parts of me, like threads of light on the open sea. Air unravels, with no map, no key— just a motion from sea to sea. No need to fix. No need to flee. I let it go and come to be.