The excuse was made only time knows well
The price must be paid feathers on wings have fell
Two nickels for eyes which tried to be whole
The only thing whole was the blackness of soul
But when when the light comes shadow cannot stray
Dance in the pale moonlight stay obstructed by day
Twilight may mourn you perhaps even dawn
The moon moves currents and the new wave is strong
Sing lullabies to sleep in little dead beds
Wake up in dreamland missing your dot on the head.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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