The moon of your
sadness spins in a black hole of skies;
The cinders of
sorrow rinse ash through your eyes;
Your ears hear
the silence and your colours are blind;
The wild cats are running on the walls of
your mind.
Come back to the dawn and the bright light
that sings you;
Listen for the love peal of the bell that
rings you;
Come back from the dark moon, come back to
earthrise;
There we’ll dance the silence and sing the
noise.
The voice from your soul cries like a maimed
fox;
The core of your being screams hurt at red
rocks.
The flow of your mind boils like the wild
sea
Where clowns of wild colours spin somersaults
for free.
Come back to the dawn and the bright light
that sings you;
Listen for the love peal of the bell that
rings you;
Come back from the dark moon, come back to
earthrise;
There we’ll sing the silence and dance the
noise.
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