Tuesday 29 September 2009

Silver Moon Shadows

When all the drunks have gone home, that’s when we get in our boat.
Drift through the silence of night, far from the harbour’s sight.
And with a mystical air, we know what we’re searching for:
For silver moon ladders.
Next day, at the jobs we do, no one else has a sense or a clue.
We climbed to the moon last night, sat and looked back at the earth’s blue light.
Such a beautiful sight from silver moon ladders.

Merz
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