lunaiy

Today, the sky is sunny still The light without to touch within The view from every windowsill Of dreams and things that might have been I'd rather leave the silence there If time is just too much to ask The words and aimless thoughts I wear Like feathers on a reveler's mask For secrets kept are those to hold And bury till the morning comes But leave no fairytales untold To bless the few, the happy some I've all the world to see, to know To hold within my fearful hands And every place on earth to go A long way gone from where we stand So will you take a leap for me? If lives can be so freely lost The story ends, and so do we

Away on the hilltop that surveys the shore, The sunlight shines down on the dress that she tore. For there stands my lady with tears in her eyes-- My ship soon is leaving for stormier skies. The daylight is fading, with promise of night. And I from below cannot fathom the height, The distance from hilltop to shadowy shore, The space of the years, of a lifetime or more. She's lovely in sorrow, but pain and despair Last only as long as the wind in her hair, For memory fades with the coming of frost. (There's no one as fair as the one who has lost.) O Captain! My Captain! There's wind in the sail, A flurry of hats torn away in the g

He is nine years old when he leaves for the first time.  The little town nestled in the valley is small and isolated and out-of-the-way, and he wants nothing more than to leave. It is a humid evening on the cusp of autumn, and he can't sleep.  By midnight, the moon has risen high in the sky and the sound of the wind whistling through the leaves is slowly driving him to madness.  His father is asleep, practically dead to the world for all he knows.  He can still smell the alcohol in the air (and it won't go away, despite the hours he has spent becoming personally acquainted with a soapy dishrag), beer and whiskey and who knows what else.  His