Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Looking down at the moon

On the plane last week,
I looked down and saw the red moon under the wings.
Very strange experience to see yourself literally over the moon.

And she swears that the moon
don't hang qutie as high as it used to

And she only sleeps when it's raining

And she screams,
and her voice is straining
And she says
'Baby, it's 3 am I must be lonely'
Well heaven she says 'Baby, Well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes,
And the rain's gonna wash away what I believe in'


At 1:52 PM, August 18, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Shabbat shalom-- thinking of you and sending you strength and good energies of all sorts.


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