Talks With The Moon

Hey Stranger
Mr. Man in that moon.
Long time no see
No, don't make me cry, moon.
It's both our fault.
But, look at my hands.
They're full of you again.
You and that light, sweet moon.
Remember filling my hands, my palms
with the light and love you
promised me?
It got there, you know.
That warm light stopped and settled
and filled my hands
with a matching set.
Ten fingers that fit so well there's
electricity.
Fire, heart, passion and
love, love, love.
That pool of moonlight I was once
reflected in touched my soul.
Saw my secrets and my
deeds for four years.
Forgive me my sins, moon.
May your moonbeams absolve me
of my wrongs from so much time
spent running through that field.
Dishonoring your gifts to me
Spreading myself too thin to be full.
I didn't want to be full.
Couldn't be loved
Didn't deserve to be loved.
And when I woke up in that field. That Field
four years deep of my mistakes
I found arms
around me.
Enveloped in love that could only
have been given by you.
Love by moonlight.
I found arms that held me.
Here are my hands, moon.
Fill my palms with the light
I once saw, that show me
the pathway to the life and love
I know now.
Let the moonlight guide me to my
next step.
Mr. Man I know you hear me.
Hear me now and take my hands,
my body, my soul
once more
to the reflecting pool.
Love grounds
but moonlight soars.