Hardly a scratch
Yet somehow already attached.
I dread the dark and hollow night,
Where nightmares creep before morning light.
Smooth, trickling rain
Stings like acid in my brain.
Scared and alone,
I’m so used to being on my own.
Enchants me a song sung far away
I cannot hear the words, but I know what they say.
Familiarity is at a loss, but what I do know
Hangs softly on distant hills, where I must go.
For I am a slender moon
Too sharp to touch too soon.
So thin, a moving film is time and space
Lost under stars we find eternity and our place.
Desire a lover, but fear to lose a friend
I cannot but only anticipate the end.