Monday, June 20, 2016

The Strawberry Solstice





I walked out into the courtyard last night after putting the boy to sleep, having fallen asleep with him in his bed for a bit, after reading a ghost story. I awoke shortly after, wishing to stay - had I only bought him something other than a child's mattress. My own bed a comforting temptation, difficult to disregard.

I chatted sleepily as the moon rose above the mountain line, a chariot of lost secrets. The cry of clouds moonlit from behind swayed above - one way whispers from the dark, soft curtain of the gods. 


Father's Day came and went, placing itself in the future; one year distant, one way past. 




The moon is not only beautiful
It is so far away
The moon is not only ice cold
It is here to stay
When I lay me down
Will you still be around
When they put me six feet underground
Will the big bad beautiful you be around
Everyone says they know you
Better than you know who
Everyone says they own you
More than you do
When I lay me down
Will you still be around
When they put you six feet underground
Will the big bad beautiful moon be around
Cause the moon is not only beautiful
It is so far away
The moon is not only ice cold
It is here to stay
Everyone says they know you
Better than you know who
Everyone says they own you
More than you do


- Cat Power






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