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  • Crescent Moon

     

    There is no light where they descended,
    There is no future love to come;
    The need has faded with the grey dead,
    With lofty might a crescent outcome:
    Moon!

    You say it's nothing that you did,
    For centuries reflecting sunlight.
    You say it's nothing what you bleed
    Yet berries find their air to breathe
    Into the night..., into the night
    They breathe.

    The woods are silent as the secrets
    Of moonlit crests and peaks of pine,
    Along the path into the forest
    Light walks the mountain man.

    He strides in steps to meet the shadows
    Of ancestral belief in life
    With light that's carried in his heart he
    Lits up the path for The Moon to shine.

    Proud, tall reminder of her brother,
    The lover she had never had!
    Son of the Sun-Gods, lofty father
    Of two girls and a growing man.

    With close cold guarding rays of moonlight
    His steps go strong into the dark!
    Inside the caves of the grand mountain
    He loses contact with her smile.

    But deep in darkness he is finding
    A son in one eye, different man,
    Offering light of outer world where 
    Silence has gone wildly mad. 

    His lamp is turned to face their troubles, 
    They fight together for a while. 
    "The beast is down! Let's go home, Father!" 
    The voice spoke kindly to the man. 

    Through caves and pine woods they find pathway, 
    Pacing their tired hearts they laugh,
    Into the night their voices raising
    A song of moonlit naught. 

    "You say it's nothing that you did,
    For centuries reflecting sunlight.
    You say it's nothing what you bleed
    Yet berries find their air to breathe
    Into the night..., into the night
    They breathe." 

    Proud, tall reminder of their Father, 
    The Sun that shines each day to bring
    Their lives to meet the might of angels, 
    The wrath of gods with demon-friends. 

    Down in the valley 'cross shines brightly, 
    The tomb lies quiet as before
    Guarding the house with her decision
    To stand for love forever more. 

    There is no light where they descended,
    There is no future love to come;
    The need has faded with the grey dead,
    With lofty might a crescent outcome:
    Moon!

     

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