Month: January 2014

Luna

Up Dharma Down
Capacities (2012 Album)

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Enemy Lines

That which is hidden is no longer as desirable
for the cloud that envelopes its existence
is grey and musty.

It lingers like blood in my veins
but easily forgotten
albeit inexorable to exist.

The lights caliginous
marred by uncertainty
and the dark a forced contentment.

A parting without recourse.

January

We walked on, to your old home
like it was not too long.
Up the elevator we listened
to the same old, same gold.
On the fourth we stepped out
to exactly how it was,
but your home, long gone.

White door, white walls,
the broken chair,
empty halls.

Down the elevator we listened
to the same old, same gold.
Read out what was written
on the wall, same old.

Out in the streets, looking up
the moonlight
Getting kissed, under the moon halo
in the moonlit night
we know we missed the mistle toe
But
Out in the streets, looking up
the moonlight
Getting kissed, under the moon halo
In the moonlit night
Missing the mistletoe was fine, it was all right.