The moon, the moon, ever my love
My talisman of truth above
Upon the sky’s holy priestess,
My devotions swell ceaseless
the moon
Wait
The moon told me I should abate
Until you’re in your fullest state
For some times we must pause for Fate,
And I heard you’re worth the wait
Covenant
The moon told me I could be kind
To my body, soul and mind
Far worse than breaking guarantees,
Was breaking covenant with me
Crystal Vision
The moon told me it’s crystal clear
The way is always love or fear
She said this doubt, indecision
Was fear clouding your love’s vision
The One Before the One (2)
The one before the one
Gave this moony girl the sun
Generously shared his fun
Guaranteed love wasn’t won
The one before the one
Was the words in her best songs
Walked beside her all along
When she was weak and she was strong
The one before the one
Listened day in and day out
Saw her within and without
Knew what she was all about
The one before the one
Told her that her heart was rare
Treated it with undue care
And so she’ll try not to compare:
The one before the one
With the one that came thereafter
With his nervous bursts of laughter
With a different ever after
The one before the one
Had a different path to take
Had held more futures at stake
And sometimes, that’s just the shake
When he was up and she was down
When he was verb and she was noun
When he had swum and she had drowned
When he was anchor and she, crown
When the moon had waxed before it waned
Something was lost, and something gained
The phase she’d never have begun
Without —
Where They Broke
The moon told me that he and she
Were never ideal company
She said the years, they needn’t yoke
And they’d be stronger where they broke
Lar
The moon told me you’re never far
‘Tween who you’ll be, and who you are
Should you need rest, her door’s ajar
And she shall watch you, as a lar
Brunette
Moonrise
Moonset
Dirty blonde
Brunette
Altitude
Twenty thousand feet above
His life and how it seems
Somewhere between the moon and clouds
Is where he’s hid his dreams
Quantum Entanglement
But he is my Sun at night
Always, he exists
And his lefts, they turn me right
How do I resist?
But I am his Moon at dawn
Always sending waves
And I counter his clockwise
How will he behave?
But we’re in eternal Lent
Nourished as we fast
Which gods divined this sacrament?
And how long will it last?
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