Tag Along Moon~
'Waited for you till the snow fell down
over skin like a thin nightgown,
waited for you but you never came round at all.
Drank all she could swallow,
now the moon's gonna' follow her home'.

Patted cheeks dry before North wind stings,
eyes blink in the solace of numb air,
a stranger's up ahead..moving this way,
she's not the only road refugee
this dark evening,
what weighs him tonight..
what stole the peace from his face,
she recognizes that pain,
a shared silent bombardment
in ache-telepathy,
for a split second she wants to speak..
to linger, but the shy of her voice retreats,
only the ends of their warm woolen scarves
wave goodbye in gusty passing,
his footsteps distance themselves,
now each of them off to their own shrouded corners,
into the cowl-neck of night.

Drank all she could swallow,
now the moon's gonna' follow her home..

To the left a field of snow,
beautifully sculpted in perfect ridges of white,
like a ruffled gown with endless train,
in chiffon whispers it tells of a short cut to her door,
but escort-moon says No, this way..
Each foggy patch of breath
the only proof of her existence,
this starry night a still-life
upon a path of stones.
Soft murmurs..
to a Cold tag-along-moon.

Drank all she could swallow,
now the moon's gonna' follow her home..

© Jan~
lines in quotation  from 'Moonsong'
By Patty Griffin