conversation with the moon
conversation with the moonthe moon was staring at me all night
finally he spoke to me full and clear
" i was once a fiery blaze hurling
through space on a grand adventure.
now i am grey ash and i hang in your
sky - just watching "
i listened to the wise old moon
" one day you will be grey ash -
but not yet - all will be grey ash-
i'm waiting "
people have been confusing me lately
but i perfectly understood the moon when he spoke
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