What the strider sung to the evening chill (the blue moment song)

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Traveller,

doth you not remember what follows the Dark Ages?

Rebirth

'Tis you who made me believe in the great mysteries

and the magic of the world, your existence alone


Dance with me though there is no music in this great green hall,

we'll make do with the birdsong

Together we'll sway on these azure petals in tranquility

as enigmatic and captivating as you


I cannot put you into words, my friend

I hope you know you are my ambrosia, my nectar of the gods

I listened as you dreamt of building castles into the sky of out sugar

but the August rain washed it all away


I have played this act in my head one too many times

yet I never remember the opening scene

Though ever since day one I haven't been able to wait to get to hold you in my arms again


But when your fist briefly collided with my arm,

I forgot the agony

There's adoration, harmony in pain

I whispered my feelings to the sweet spirit of the night air hoping he'd spread the message

and eventually the words would reach your ear

This glow in my heart is a familiar - a gentle - companion, not a beautiful stranger

I do love you - but not in the way that does not let me sleep;

but in the way that keeps me warm

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 16, 2020 ⏰

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