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
Laconic & Gin, he serves with a grin,
His favourite apéritif
Spirit: future-proof, 99% beauf
I’d rather gulp Q.R.V.
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
Winter’s ennui
Became spring’s élan
If he was my dusk,
Surely you are my dawn
Twilight was over
‘Fore it had begun
If he was my Moon,
Surely you are my Sun
I followed these waves
To where I was before
If he was my sea,
Surely you are my shore
My darling, one tack
I will deign to conspire;
The more secrets you conquer
The more you’ll desire
My darling, one ken
I’m afraid you’ll discover;
There are some wrongs from which
Right can never recover
My darling, one truth
I’m afraid is most dire;
Should you live this lie,
You will die a liar