Hey Moon

August 20, 2008
The world holds your throne
The sun is your crown
The stars are your clones
The night is your gown

You’re white sleeping grace
My eyes sink fairly into
But you hide most of days
Against the light that falls upon you

You feed on sighs, what’s this?
Oh wise marble over blues
If you’re but an ancient myth
A wise roundstone on the loose

Heather sky is your last breath
For when daybreak comes along
Sudden dawn becomes your death
But your wake has just begun

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DeezeFreeze said...
May 10, 2012 at 11:02 am
This was awesome :) I enjoyed reading it. I do the same thing and let the lyrics of songs inspire me to draw and write. Great work!
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