The times when nothing feels right, I look upon the moon
The change it knows and so controls, something must be coming soon
Though I don't know the what it of's, or even of the when it comes
And for this time I can't know why, or even of the place it froms

In times like this my only want, a cave, the solitary seek of dreams
To leave the havoc of too many thoughts, to leave the longing as it steams
Though I can't say the right or wrong, or even if I might belong
And for this time I cannot know, of moonlight ribbons sleek and strong

In times when no one seems to care, it is myself I treasure there
My breath in vapor trails, of moist in whisper voice, and midnight air
Though I am not and yet I am, in gaze upon the glimmering and liquid frost
And for this time I cannot feel the darkened chill, as certainly to wonder lost

Copyright Kkh 3/8/02