The moon told me where you come from
A searing cosmic explosion
The seed of creativity
And, by God, you were meant to be
The moon told me where you come from
A searing cosmic explosion
The seed of creativity
And, by God, you were meant to be
At the end of the season, those minds of good reason
Will pluck malignancy
For if love should rot, winter will be fraught
With fermented Q.R.V
Serendipity
The very word born of the sea
She whispers close and wanders far
And guides us by the light of stars
Her role in Time’s totality: universal anonymity
I followed these waves
To where I was before
If he was my sea,
Surely you are my shore
My darling, one law
I’m afraid you don’t know;
If you deny nature
You’ll reap what you sow