Moon

Strange patterns lurk behind the moon
Strange designs
You look ancient behind the fire

There was a time of felicity
Ripening fruit, sandpiper's flute
There's a rhythm the moon obeys
Pulling the tide, breaking the night

Strange creatures skulk beneath the tide
Strange gales echoing their sighs

There was a time of melancholy
The lonely child who only felt
The pulling hands of the gloomish waters
Conducted by the milky moon



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