The Moon Sleeps
Once my thirst for you could not be sedated.
I was a waterless desert, you were the rain
That teased me for several seasons
Then drowned me in a sudden flood of love.
The cool blue twilights spent
Gliding into shadows through the park
Spreading the day before us in bright whispers
Haunt the empty rooms of memory
Calling your name, only to be answered by
Swift moving echoes that forget me.
My heart hears you still
On stormy evenings when the night
Is interrupted by brief lightning and
admonished by heavy thunder
Your reflection lingers...
On the window in liquid streaks
Falling like new born tears
On the sofa in a tired heap
Drifting against the tides of sleep
In the air around me, inside me
I breathe you endlessly
Even now
Standing next to the window, next to you
The world is a thirsty child
Reaching out to it’s mother
The wind is your voice
That speaks in soothing moans and light caresses
A sigh of contentment still trapped upon
The honey brown shores of your lips
Each moment shared between us
Crest and break in waves
The slow purple evenings in May
When we concocted summer dreams
In the presence of John
And every night had a thousand eyes
The long August afternoons
Winding down with Miles
Feeling kind of blue
The many nights when we chased sleep
Into the corners of the room
And blend into the taste of body and soul
My thirst for you cannot be sedated
You were the sun
And I am the moon
Living in your reflection.
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Once my thirst for you could not be sedated.
I was a waterless desert, you were the rain
That teased me for several seasons
Then drowned me in a sudden flood of love.
The cool blue twilights spent
Gliding into shadows through the park
Spreading the day before us in bright whispers
Haunt the empty rooms of memory
Calling your name, only to be answered by
Swift moving echoes that forget me.
My heart hears you still
On stormy evenings when the night
Is interrupted by brief lightning and
admonished by heavy thunder
Your reflection lingers...
On the window in liquid streaks
Falling like new born tears
On the sofa in a tired heap
Drifting against the tides of sleep
In the air around me, inside me
I breathe you endlessly
Even now
Standing next to the window, next to you
The world is a thirsty child
Reaching out to it’s mother
The wind is your voice
That speaks in soothing moans and light caresses
A sigh of contentment still trapped upon
The honey brown shores of your lips
Each moment shared between us
Crest and break in waves
The slow purple evenings in May
When we concocted summer dreams
In the presence of John
And every night had a thousand eyes
The long August afternoons
Winding down with Miles
Feeling kind of blue
The many nights when we chased sleep
Into the corners of the room
And blend into the taste of body and soul
My thirst for you cannot be sedated
You were the sun
And I am the moon
Living in your reflection.
Copyright BCB2001
All Rights Reserved