NESMITH, Michael

Silver moon

See the lazy windmills slowly turning

Cutting up the marble canyons of the sky

See the dust around my feet go churning

Moving with the winds down the highways

Of goodbyes

Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon

Looking over maps of memories for the road

Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon

With the unexpected destination of my home

Half the thoughts I'm thinking speak in sighs

As that same old wave of lonliness returns

And I can see you when I close my eyes

Speaking very softly as you turned

Standing in the lonely light of the silver moon

…..

Now I must go

Go and let go