Sunday, May 10, 2009

Once upon a moon

I lived this song some time ago and moved on. 

But life evolves. It twists, turns, then befuddles in ways that are and always have been a dark, overwhelming mystery to me.

Maybe there's an answer at the end of this journey. An explanation for all the angst and pain, the tears that flow mercilessly from loss, then fall hollow upon quiet nights that pass emotionless; remnants dangling from love's demise.

There is no sense in sharing the details, just the coming of a sweet voice, long gone and forgotten, hauntingly beautiful and rhyming with these words, again.

See her as she flies
Golden sails across the sky
Close enough to touch
But careful if you try
Though she looks as warm as gold
The moon's a harsh mistress
The moon can be so cold

Once the sun did shine
And lord it felt so fine
The moon a phantom rose
Through the mountains and the pine
And then the darkness fell
The moon's a harsh mistress
It's hard to love her well

I fell out of her eyes
I fell out of her heart
I fell down on my face, yes I did
And I tripped and I missed my star
And I fell and fell alone
The moon's a harsh mistress
The sky is made of stone

The moon's a harsh mistress
She's hard to call your own


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