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.