What hope there is, lies in the night where moontides mask the pain of light
illuminating misted tears with silver rays of clarity;
whispering a name, she hears the echo returning from the furthest shore-
the warmth she feels, the truth she shares rustling on the prairie floor.
Speaking to the dear departed in light and warmth, in truth and trust
we see her under shadow’s veil searching distant Heaven above.
She’ll turn and offer love if life should fall too hard on one of us-
one hand upon her cross to bear, the other taking up our loss
to stay the course of setting suns.
What solace she finds swells against the stubborn rocks of weary time,
weary time, weary time...
chained to cold and jagged peaks, she sees the warm and sandy shoals
as they wash away, away.
Her dreams- the dancing dreams that curl around the edges of a soul
that slips beneath the light of day to stroll the shores of midnight glow;
suspended softly in these eyes, the visions of her lonely grace
steeps in the deepness of her sighs that long to feel the one embrace
that cannot be...
If asked of me, I’d light a fire, make certain of her gentle smile,
find the melody she seeks that plays the final destinies;
then sweep her spirit into my arms, and slowly dancing, slay the night
with heartbeats of her silent soul.
based on Moontides (lengthy) by Night Hope
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