<< when the moon is gone >>
delicate whisper
above a thousand frantic screams
repulsive as a goddess
it's not how it seems
i ache to see him
but the sun gets in my eyes
there's blood beneath the petals
like rain from blue skies
behind the still rose in eternity lies
a power no one knows
but you don't always try
will you worship my beauty
after spring has trudged on
or is a dream never as sweet
when the moon is gone