Beneath the red sky,

The shadows they are clear;

Never fading, even when the stars appear.

With thunder on the mountain,

Echoing of broken heart filled streets;

It feels like we are moving

But I know we are standing still.

The deepest black forest meets

The Holliday-esque sounds of “Bye and Bye.”

Our laughing starry-eyes

Striking the shadow

Glimmering in the rising sun.

I guess

It feels like we are moving,

But I know we are standing still.

These trees, they’re not haunted

and do not frighten me.

Deep as the blue sea

a hard rain falls,

a bird sings, while another bird flies.

Even so,

It feels like we are moving.

But, I know we are standing still.

Strange unbelievable truths:

A man of constant sorrow you need not be.

That’s as plain as it can be.

For everything is not broken;

Things can fall together just as easily as apart.

Yet…

It feels… like we are moving

But… I know… we are standing still.

Rapidly fading a-Changing times,

And when the moon is bright,

This shooting star will slip away forever one night.

We can sit on top of the world,

Or we can say goodbye.

Because

It feels like we are moving

But I know we are standing still.

Postlude:

And the art of love planted

Will be harvested with another,

With kind speaking and no confusion now;

For the answers will have arrived

On the once howling wind.

September 9th, 2017

 

 

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