Cradle My Tears, Moon

The moon's bow beckons to me, wind's frosty fingers entwining mine, and I lay myself on the balcony's ledge immersing, losing myself under that inky blanket sea the clouds rolling past, so fast, skimming like waves veiling moonlight, then letting it peek through like a shy bride beautiful, so beautiful a gentle glow of soul a silent lullaby that rocks me If only for a moment I keep my cradle of tears at bay, as I let the moon do the weeping for me. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Debussy's Clair de Lune now mingles in my mind like soft smoke and tears come streaming... Tired, so tired am I. 01162014114a137