Moon Colors
July 8, 2006 - 12:08pm
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the night was bending and turning and lonely
we were tossed in our sheets by our dreams
i heard a train in the distance
pleading like a ship seeking safe passage
something is wrong and lonely between us
but the lonely wrongness is going away
because you turned and bent and reached
and so did i
we were sleepy and there were only shades of
grey
and our fan, ever faithful
keeping watch over us by night
we sought each other tearfully, finally
you were my pillow and I was your boy
i was your comfort and you were my only one
maybe the night was an opening thing
opening us because we were barely awake
and our guards were down
and nothing casts out fear like sleepy love
it is like a rampart of pressed earth
thrown up before the ages
and beaten by desperate hands
it is like a bulwark of moon colors and faith
rising up in the dead of night
to take on all comers
For J9, only mine
rlp
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