an oldie but a goodie :P

Me and the Moon

Once in a while the moon turns upside down but no one here notices,

‘Cause we’re all confusing up with down, wandering around on our unsteady ground.

And when the moon flips around,

And turns its shaky smile into a lovesick frown,

What are we to do but ignore this by turning up the sound?

But I watched the moon from my perch high above your solid ground.

And I whispered all my confessions to his soul, so he and I could understand each other.

I did my best to fill his voids, to sit inside each gaping hole.

I sat in his shimmering star stained boots.

And the moon held my gaze, and requested more of the love that I freely gave.

And I swore my heart to the moon and no other.

So the moon turned round and round, eluding both the smile and the frown.

And all you bottom dwelling souls tried to pull me down.

The moon stands in this large sky, which is Gods open eye.

And the moon blinks in the shadow of the sun telling no one what he and I have willfully done.

The moon wears his scars upon his chest.

And the moon and I never get any real rest.

‘Cept for those quenching moments when I lean against the window and let the moon inside my heart.

And in those quenching moonlight moments I am one.

And both of us are resting from the angry sun who constantly pulls our hearts, our bodies, and our lonely souls undone.

So on this night that has turned to painful morning.

I give my heart on a silver platter made of understanding;

The one pedestal that tells honestly, and lifts purposefully, our love to heights of new discovery.

To the one soul that cannot escape the sun, and every night shines his love on me, and doesn’t dare hide it.

He lets the whole world see that he and I will always be.

At this moment I reach out to hand my gift on starlit dreams of crystallized themes, and give wholly myself to him by every and all means.

Once in a while the moon turns upside down

In a way that at first one would presume to be the sadness of a frown,

If the onlooker explores deeper they would see it is only the faithful white moon,

Getting a closer look of his lover who’s lying asleep in her room.

Once in a while no one notices the sparkle of stardust from my boots because they are too busy moving time to fit their agendas to notice my dream filled roots.

Once in a while I stand atop my roof to get closer to the moon.

And once in a while it’s me he’ll consume.

Once in a while, as I lay my exhausted head against my faithful moon, I am safe and sound above your simple ground.