Oh radiant moon upon bitter night,
your glow tempting me with happiness and
looking down as my longings take to flight.
So I cry to you from this bed of sand
near an ocean dark that embraces black
to release me from my abandoned cell.
Into the world of light I must come back,
and your aged, weary smile knows this path well.
I've become alone in this empty place
with nothing but cold fires to hear my pleas,
and empty canyons to echo my case,
and bleak night dreams with eternal dead seas.
So I cry to you to show me the sun,
end this dark dream, show me my companion.
The Green Polar Bear
"The past is what we live the future for." -- Me