Smiley Moon Face

Embarking on a journey to uncharted land.
Flying among the stars like grains of sand.
Here I remain floating up in the sky.
No rhyme or reason, no question why.

Oh how it feels to move any which direction.
Watching cars rolling by at the intersection.
And the moon, he smiled warmly at me by his light.
For he finally had a semblance of company tonight.

I prayed that this night would never be over.
For the possibility of maybe becoming closer.
The kind of thing that is rarely seen or heard.
For I wish to show you more than just spoken word.

You see me wondering why I could fly.
Hand extended all I could say is 'try.'
When we saw all the places we could see.
I wanted you to still fly alongside me.

Though you too wanted to come along.
It was less than an hour until dawn.
As if just a song unheard or sight unseen.
I had only just awoken from this cold dream.

Drenched in cold sweat I thought she was the one.
But it was only a romantic dream long said and done.
Bewildered, I wondered why and how this came to be.
Then I looked up and still the moon was smiling at me.

Stone Artery Baby

Sitting here content yet beguiled.
Wondering how long til I'm reviled.
I long for that comforting sign of relief.
Running on the fumes left in my one belief.

Made my move and now I await the days.
Where I am removed from these old ways.
And how can I not with a devil knocking at my door?
Five, four, three, two, what is he waiting for?

Colorful reminiscence of days long since past.
Nonetheless I am glad this year had flown so fast.
Books are closed on days when was still so young.
I regret not a single thing for what I've become.

So as soon as I am no longer lost and bereft.
I'll fight on until I've got nothing left.
Wen my heart of stone is poured dry in the morning.
I will finally know the truth behind the warning.

My legs can take me far but they cannot take me there.
So I strip away the rocks until my heart is laid bare,
Autumn is here now and we know not what yet to expect.
Though danger lurks around me I still can't intercept.

Though we stand to lose after coming so far,
Our methods of survival makes us who we are.
So my hands are now extended with quiet comfort I invite,
Does he dare take what I offer; does he step into the light?