Reassurance

How can you hold the moon accountable for the assurance of my future,
Lies have slipped amongst the stars,
My past now tainted,
as I try to forget.
I take this chance to embrace the night,
in the secrets of all that I've done, fantasies I have.
Yet, the morning light tickles me with life,
energy takes over.
My future lies in the hands of my good intentions,
for once.
Yet silent blessings are accepted and welcomed.
Is there anything left in the night to be said?
Disclaimers to be made?
For a night last only eight hours,
before the morning sun takes on the day.
Dig deep within for the remaining beauty and gentleness that once was,
for there is a flicker of a flame that remains.
Feed it until you are whole again.