The path is long and must be walked,
our words spoken, must be talked.
One moon for our galaxy,
how to be free.
Glowing for you,
Glowing for me.
Warm sea mist snaking round my legs,
as i see the words inside my head.
Always cautious of where we tread.
Endless realms of letters,
stuck together, like peacock feathers,
And never knowing whether.
Whether our words mean anything at all,
Whether you see the same moon fall,
Whether our thoughts are enough,
And if we’ll ever understand this stuff.
And as she rises,
as she turns and dances through the night,
a beacon of hope,
A beacon of light,
I wonder, if I take away the words,
what is left, but the singing birds,
And I wonder why you do not let go,
When you have so much to lose.
And perhaps that day will come,
When I see a moon, and you a sun,
Till then I see with perfect sight,
What the angels choice to send,
That dark and ancient night,
Not a lover, not yet, not almost,
but a friend,
the angels did send.
As we trust the moon to rise,
Before our very eyes,
The angels gave me light,
to see through the darkest nights.
They gave me the only thing That I can trust in,
As the sand drops through,
They always knew,
I would slowly learn to trust you.
Of all things, for the universe,
Untouched by time, or miles,
through the creation of smiles,
They sent to us a friend.
The strongest of all forevers
Like the perfect, peacock feather.