Just beyond the moon
Our fingers threaded together,
we stare up at the sky;
at the moon that sets a pale glimmer on the water.
We look up with such trust-
Belief that past the moon lies our fate,
our haven.
We may break apart,
never to stare upon each other again-
and live through life,
rippling through pointless flings...
We could die a short death,
or a wavering one with painful memories stabbing at our back,
regrets that we know can never go away...
But when our life is through,
we need not worry.
We will go there,
to our sanctuary.
Just beyond the moon.
Our fingers threaded together,
we stare up at the sky;
at the moon that sets a pale glimmer on the water.
We look up with such trust-
Belief that past the moon lies our fate,
our haven.
We may break apart,
never to stare upon each other again-
and live through life,
rippling through pointless flings...
We could die a short death,
or a wavering one with painful memories stabbing at our back,
regrets that we know can never go away...
But when our life is through,
we need not worry.
We will go there,
to our sanctuary.
Just beyond the moon.
