So many moons have passed by
So many moons have left us behind
So many words… for so many years unheard
So many words… for so many years unsaid.
How many more moons will I have to wait?
How many more moons will we have to stumble upon?
How many more times will we be lucky enough?
How many more times will we get up
How many more times after we have fallen down?
I look up at night and you’re there
Shining, smiling, staring down at me
How many more times will I wait for you to be full?
Do I need to wait another 10 years for you
To fill up my life again?
…I will not wait any longer…
(This post best read while listening to:
Camping Next to Water by Badly Drawn Boy)