A morning with the mourning moon

Mornings with the manganese moon mourning
Evenings with the salty sun rising
Knowing is not impossible, but a rare resort
Faithfully following events
Are happening for a reason to port

Hurtful heave and diamond bliss
Overly joyful jaunt and present kiss
As the trinity gives what is best
Not what we want as a bird hatches from a nest

For a fate to trust in faith
And the meeting we will face
Traces of cookies being dropped, we usually see
Because a door being unlocked, gives us the master key

Prideful patrimony and confidence in our confidance
From our creator, the cookie will crumble
But no crumbs will be seen or exist
The floor will remain clean because we are to stay keen