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Many Moons Ago...

in the nighttime the world comes alive
our world comes alive
neon lights point to treasures
we are lifelong friends, the moon and i
even if he is missing, i will thrive
drink, run, kiss me close
hold me tighter, breath out of me
i move to the lights
a moth to the flame
it will burn in the morning like it burns down my throat
but i am numb to it tonight

but now i watch thru windows
afraid to rejoin the giovedi gras
my thrist is quenched by another Source
when my tongue gets dry
from a palate once wet
this flesh's thirst for desire is still my own
but disowned daily knowing life is greater
tempt me
but joy from my Father stills me
I shall wait for His hand
not yours, however soft it may be