I cry to the moon, what have I lost and how? It happened so sharply, quickly somehow, I must have taken my eye off the ball I wandered totally out of gear after all.
Did this happen behind my back in a sly way I did not notice what was going on even today, I’ve been done upon in a cruel manner for why? What did I do to make our love from me shy?
A thousand questions I ask of the moon basking in a dark and mysterious sky, I am of the asking having lost a love what have I gained for myself pain, heartache, resentment loathing of my self.
The underhand expression of losing a loved one like the bleeding heart left alone upon a stone, to let the crows devour the meaning of lost love, The moon tried to comfort me, trying from above.
"I talk to the wind but my words are all carried away"** I have heard the song sung from 1969 up to today, the meaning is not lost on me and I know what to say to my lunar friend, saying the words the right way.
** Line taken from song by King Crimson – I talk to the wind”
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