Shy of the Moon
I keep having the same old dreams
where waves brake high from violent seas
where wind blows stars out of clear nights
and I drift aimlessly by the shy of the moon
I've read the books to uncover meaning
to end these nightmares and this voiceless screaming
but clear understanding I am not receiving
I go down in the undertow by the shy of the moon
all of my prayers and my beliefs
are not a preserver and won't save me
and while my guardian angel sleeps
I go down for the third time, by the shy of the moon
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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