When the wind tides this hollow sea,
And the sky sets loose its torrents free,
You’ll Know, Luna;
It’s time to hide now.
Find your comfort in the shadows of these clouds,
But don’t ever fear to be found.
Luna, this world of ours sways and rocks,
Its secrets barred with keyless locks -
Untethered and unpardoned,
Never unburdened.
This world of ours is hard to break,
Yet splinters still with each mistake.
But you’ve already caught this glance.
You somehow always seize your chance,
Don’t you, Luna?
Even when they try to shut you out?
You’ll Know, Luna
Even the rain aches for drought.
This world of ours, it haunts you deep.
Your cries are drowned by soundless sleep.
Who are you to them after all?
Don’t wait for them, Luna, to break your fall.
As salt tears shatter this cornerstone,
The first rain breaks down its skylit home.
This has only proved to be
A figment of some parody—
We are brave, but we aren’t strong.
Luna, your light hid our lies far too long.
And so, the only right we know is the same blatant, daring wrong.
But You’ll Know, Luna
Sometimes hiding will suffice.
One day you’ll watch, as their sins pay their price.
And so, if someone asks,
Hold the same advice.
Tell them, Luna, of your sacrifice,
And make sure he hears the words you say
Let them echo in his golden grey-
“Turn away, child, whilst you still can.
Live, without question,
In this delusion of man.”