Tale From the Moon

The reflection of the sun Gives light to the moon Through the twilight of time Shall he heal his wound No more the world in his head Within its walls he was dead. So fall into the swells of his imagination And swim with the waves from his creation Along with whipping winds of persuasion Blowing swifly across a magic sea Sail away with him to this isle of the free. Upon arrival so he found No cherubs playing music No ripping tides, not even a sound Only the flying chariot from his dream And above the moon holding her crown With all his heart, he spoke to her from a far She said, "I hear your fervent cry Oh warrior poet take your dream and fly I give you the map that has charted each star Showing Zion, in the land of "Leo del Mar." So he took the chariot from his dream Flying into the cosmos, not a moment too soon Along with slipping reigns of sanity And only aid of light from the moon Shall he ride through storms of unsurity And with the twilight of time heal his wound The destination marks a new theme Where he sings new arias upon a lucent lune "Remember me with each falling moonbeam; Forget your sorrows with each passing tune."