The MoonThe sky swings soft in twilights splendour
As I await the daylights turn
He who passes across skies slender
Arch, to meet me at dusks return.
My love, he greets me at earths edges
His warmth alights a silver glow
I bid fair well, I leave to dark night.
Too cold, the sun, his warmth in tow.
So I sit upon a darkening sky
Only his memory to keep me warm
My pale skin aglow with sleeping light,
As my love dreams, below darks harm.
And my heart lifts as his gold touches
The earth, the sky is bright once more.
Dawn drifts to pierce the ice cold mist
Tis he, to meet again, through the sky I soar.
But hark, what is this I see before me,
Not my love who sleeps below.
Yet alas, tis he, his light is squandered
My love has died in earths shadow.
Only but a moment I see his bright face,
Then his light dims, and dies alone.
The day is broken, the cold returns
My light, my life, my love is gone.
And as the earth lies and dies below me,
Beneath the dim starlight I swoon,
The sun is gone, and I am
The AsylumTrapped in walls of plaster white
Bound within my cell
Listening to the screams late at night
The drugs they do me well.
And as I walk down the halls
The others do I fear
Some in a stupor lulls
Ranting, muttering I hear.
And I do sit alone
Inside this pleasant cage
And how I wish to be at home
One day seems like an age.
To be trapped like an animal
Amongst the ravaged of insanity
If only the doctors heed my call
The confinement tests my sanity.
To feel my mothers warm embrace
To be free to roam at will
The doctors, they dont know this place
How insane hands feel.
For they dont know the loneliness
The fear of the psychotic
To suffer with an illness
The sane amongst the sick.