My fellow LUNAtics! Do we bathe ourselves in silver glory? And feast upon enlightenment? Dip your fingers into purity You have been shown the way by a fellow EARTHling! You tasted him in your mouth And felt him in your belly His power flowed through your mind like water over the waterbed Creating new ways, new thoughts, new...... Everything is new, until it is old Walk up the path and slide your hand on rounded belly She is mother of us all What I say has been said before, WILL be said again That's the power of the WILL Hear the NEW Testament! It says you should wash behind your ears Don't put your toe jam on the mirrors And always eat your vegetables! A copper, a penny How much are these thoughts worth? Dance and twirl Like a ride at the local fair Freedom is in the air LUNA is in the air I am in the....
This is to my darling flower Whom can not blossom In darkness told My soul too dim To cast shadow upon stoney fortress Decreed in Holy Name Stay for the End I'll pluck you from the ground To rest eternally in Crystal vase
Somewhere in the sunlight I have lost my death Unto a thousand needles it has plunged itself For my shining sight saw what others forsake Behind my heart sits a little red devil Pulling the strings in violent momentum To wish upon that shooting star Was to wish for blackness in the mind Your superstition supersedes my logic And in the tornado of love We both lost all My eyes sewn shut Was fate enough For even Soul has its limits This was mine No thought shall pass Through lips unbitten To bleed was too human It was in Memory Blank and horrific No where to go
Luna, Luna, Luna Makes me want to dance and dance And dance all through the starlit, Moonlit Sentence of a single night And to Life! I thank you.
I have liked very much the idea of losing one's death - it's very poetic. Were you talking about someone giving up his/her wish for suicide? It sounded like that to me when I read the beginning. In the second stanza, were you talking about two different lovers, she - rationa, and he - superstitious? The poem seems to be made up of fragments - are they only pieces of Memory (it seems so at the end of the poem)? It is a very interesting poem (I am only trying to see if I got it right - if what I saw in it when I read it is what you had in mind when you wrote it).
In a way, yes it was someone giving up their wish for suicide. But not suicide, per se. More like a wish for death.. Yes that is exactly it. Yes it is fragmented memory. Almost like waking up from a dream and only remembering bits, only it wasn't a dream. You hit the nail on the head
