“The Moon Remembers” — Full Moon Reflections from Zarlequan

“Every light we see above us is also a memory — and tonight, the Moon remembers.”

There’s a reason this full moon feels heavier in the heart and brighter in the soul.
It’s not just a lunar phase — it’s an awakening pulse.

In Zarlequan lore, the Moon is not a watcher. She’s a keeper.
She holds every dream we forgot, every version of ourselves we outgrew, every promise we meant to keep.
And once a month, she reminds us — not through words, but through light.

Tonight, she’s speaking again.
The light is remembering.
And so are we.

My new song, “The Moon Remembers,” was born from that ache of remembering what we are when we’re whole — luminous beings rediscovering our own reflection.
It’s a song for those who’ve been carrying too much, who’ve mistaken quiet for weakness, who are learning that reflection is not the same as retreat.

When I recorded it, I imagined standing under this very moon — the same light that watched me fall silent years ago when illness and fear dimmed my voice.
Now, she’s the same light that watches me rise again.

The moon doesn’t just shine — she recalls.
She reflects back what the world tries to make us forget.
And tonight, as she glows over Zarlequan Manor, I can almost hear her humming along.

🕯️ “The Moon Remembers” is streaming now — listen beneath tonight’s full moon and see what awakens in you.

🎧 Listen on Spotify / YouTube
📜Read the Lyrics on Zarlequan.com/TheMoonRemembers

The Moon Remembers

(A Zarlequan Full Moon Song)

Silver breath upon my skin,

The night begins to hum within.

Hands to the sky, the heart expands,

We listen deeper than we planned.

The moon remembers all we’ve been,

The tides that pulled, the storms, the spin.

We open wide, we let it through,

The light, the tears, the ancient truth.

We gather what was once dispersed,

The blessings whispered, the pain reversed.

Each shadow bows, each wound reveals,

A softer pulse — the body heals.

Circle breath, circle flame,

Name what’s gone, release the name.

Draw it out, draw it near,

The moon reflects what we hold dear.

The moon remembers all we’ve been,

The tides that pulled, the storms, the spin.

We open wide, we let it through,

The light, the tears, the ancient truth.

Now still…

The sky exhales

We are full

We are well

We are well 

The moon remembers 

And so do we.

And so do we.

And so do we.

And so do we.