Outside a winter’s night
The keeper stops to button down his coat
And the only sound the old man hears
Is memory
She said, “Listen...listen to the moon”
A silhouette
A frozen branch
A whisper
“Speak to me, O Silver Moon - I wait...
God help me
What did she tell me?
What were her exact words?
Why did I wait so long?
Tell me...
What would this world be if there were no moon?
Where did it come from?
From inside ourselves
From inside my mind
To balance the sun
And smooth out the tides
To rule this winter’s night
Who can I turn to?
They think me a madman
I am
I am
I am