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Something Haunts the Moon
Something haunts the moon's face I cannot fathom now Something I should trace, but cannot put into place A silence that quietly sleeps on that beautiful brow A hint of sadness veiled by the brightness of her grace Is it the little star, bright and following closely behind Is it the memory of death, picture of a missing child Something more is there, and to which my soul is blind Something about the moon tonight ... a thought exiled Like me on foreign shores, like my heart for God's heaven Pining the journey to make it back again, to find My origin without myth or emptiness of the airy leaven Orbited by days and shriveling sun, I ever pine To escape time's orbit that recycles me over the same Mountains and valleys and salt threshing seas Again and again, and keep me cold in shivering flame How much will I know, how far can I get on bended knees? O moon, something here that does not meet the eye Tonight, something you but cannot share, something sure Of our life, beauty is a thin disguise for our permit to die Exiled in mortal bodies, we long for something more.
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