Moon Migration

Glass flutes, crystal notes
Cut in a glass dream
Ready to break, ready to break
Across landscapes, china teeth
Distant gleam
From a star, from a star
I needed a friend
One who doesn't pretend
I needed to be believed in
I needed healing
Now that I'm learning
It's just we shoot
Clear thoughts fall like tears from our fingers
We dance in porcelain halls
Like a motion
Soft, soft devotion
The paint's the face
Sincere, sincere
I needed a friend
One who doesn't pretend
I needed to be believed in
I needed healing
Now that I'm learning
It's just we shoot
Wind chimes chime to cipher the breeze
Giving language to whispering leaves
The man becomes a child
The distrusted a saint
The bedroom ceiling
A vast cathedral roof
Palatial truths of intricate details
Off the face
Diamond shines a light