To the Craters of the Moon
Life's long lost in the thunder
as a conscience slowly bleeds,
Hearts have been hung out to dry
over long forsaken needs.
Songs once sung are distant now,
locked in shadows of the mime,
The words have lost their meanings
with the ravages of time.
Pathways leading through the fog
call to those who've never prayed,
Spent promises yet to come
are not meant to be repaid.
And still we stare at midnight
from the light to which we cling,
Hoping for a small glimpse of
what the other half will bring.
Touch the toes along the line
which keeps one from going there:
To those places never been,
to the feelings never shared.
Try to catch the falling star
that will pass the cratered moon,
Maybe you will make it there
in days that are coming soon.