O Moon

Come to me you beautiful wreck.
Wash up on my shore.
Lay your weary head upon my sand.
Die a thousand deaths tonight
To wake up and be free.
You know the morning is at hand.

Turn your back on the mighty sun,
And shine on me,  O Moon.
I want your silver beams to fall.
Whisper the secrets of the ancient place and time.
I want to understand it all.

Won't you make the rivers come to me?
Won't you make the rivers run to me?
I've survived the shipwreck and the sea.
Won't you make the rivers run to me?

Your words just matter more to me, O Moon.
They drop plumb line to my soul.
They strike a harmony,
Twin fiddles in my heart.
They mean much more to me than gold.

So teach me softly about love, Sweet Moon—
Sweet lessons I have never learned.
Pull all the tides away so at Last I can be free.
Make all my shallow rivers run.

Won't you make the rivers run to me?
Won't you make the rivers run to me?
I've survived the shipwreck and the sea.
Won't you make the rivers come to me?

There is a light in the darkness,
And it is you, O Moon.
Your cool side has more power than the sun.
You pull the tides away
Till the shoreline wants to cry.
You make the shallow rivers run.

I've survived the shipwreck and the sea.
Won't you make the rivers come to me?

 

-jenn long