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 Posted: Sun Jul 31st, 2011 11:07 pm
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daniel p.

 

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Fly me high before I die,
so I can meet the moon.
When her silver rays are ‘gainst my chest,
I’ll  press my lips up to her crest,
and slide
 into her valleys.

Fly me high before I die,
so I can take the moon back.
She used to be
 a part of me;
 until the cosmos set her free,
which left a sea
where she should be
 which cast her cold
 and out of reach.
It pushed me off my axis.

I’ve turned my back
against the sun;
I spin to see my moon by night.
Though I know
we can’t be one,
I spin to keep her in my sight.
I spin to fight what I can’t fight:
that a spin can’t bring her back tonight.

Just fly me high before I die,
so I can go back to that time.
That time where moon and I were fine.
That time that that damn moon was mine
Before that goddamn moon caused tides
To swell within me while I cry and sit
and wait to die.

But not before you fly me high.

So, fly me high before I die,
so I can turn my cold moon warm,
so I can make her blush once more
and settle cosmic scores.








Last edited on Tue Aug 2nd, 2011 05:01 am by daniel p.