Sweet lullaby

The deserted sky flung atop this satiated night
her fabric of darkness runs to the farthest corners
A still moon lies low poised on those ebbing waves
I walk the distance to the tip of the shore

I can see the faces of the moon
smiling upon this mortal kind
A sight so arresting that it sets my mind free, so free

my heart gallops a thousand miles
from past to present between those moments
when life stood still and ecstacy took over
when serenity was undone and wild

everytime I tred these shores and those waves
wet my dried up memories, a qualm that roars
to the mountains behind and yonder to those sailing clouds
i walk the distance to the tip of the shore

pebbles scattered in disarray washed up once in a while
somewhere in this ether lies my bygones
i walk the lane on this lonesome nite
so longing so real, as life itself