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< Anything Like Moonlight >
Sometimes love asks us
not to be furious
but we are victims of
emotion crying through
these little words
because there is no
help for us
help in this life
there is this
and only this
it seems too weak
too far away to be of use
the boat
becomes a raft
becomes a vest
becomes a piece of wood
becomes a wish made drowning
becomes a dream in death
where we are walking through
the woods at night
where we are asking to
be guided in the dark
to
anything like moonlight
or
a place to rest
and when you turned
I saw your eyes
that led me to this place
you are the moon in me
you are the spot of peace
that must endure
as I must drown.
not to be furious
but we are victims of
emotion crying through
these little words
because there is no
help for us
help in this life
there is this
and only this
it seems too weak
too far away to be of use
the boat
becomes a raft
becomes a vest
becomes a piece of wood
becomes a wish made drowning
becomes a dream in death
where we are walking through
the woods at night
where we are asking to
be guided in the dark
to
anything like moonlight
or
a place to rest
and when you turned
I saw your eyes
that led me to this place
you are the moon in me
you are the spot of peace
that must endure
as I must drown.
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