sometimes my heart was so happy it hurt
it pained and ached
under its own warm glow,
flickering like candle light.

and the earthworms,
tucked into their cubby holes
they sang songs of home,
and family,

and they drank sweet wine,
laughing and singing,
until the sun rose above the clouds
and sent them all to bed.

In the days of the moon king,
the night was a sacred place,
dangerous, mysterious and inviting
a veil of stars to light up the living

and he called upon his subjects
he called for that bitter wine and sad song
as we waltzed, danced and sang
making love under that gentle veil

the moon king was a winter prince
the short days getting shorter as he laughed
and we'd waltz with him,
all the night long

we danced through thunder so loud
it reverberated through my rib cage
playing me like percussion, 3, 4, 3, 4
playing the tune on the strings of my heart.

and the lightning struck so brightly
that it blew up the sky
our own firework display
to celebrate the reign of the dark.

his reign it comes and goes
a constant battle with the sun
whose glare burns holes through the darkest nights
and whose heat warms even the coldest of hearts.

the earthworms remained underground in the summers
while we danced along the beaches
feet entrenched in the soft, white sand
and sang songs of the future, of beauty, of the sea.

my heart was  once so happy it hurt, it ached,
and melted under its own warm glow
but now it longs, it yearns for the freedom it once had
aching only for sweet release.