Friend, guardian - set me free, keep me safe - is it too much to ask, though we do ask? We slip away into sleep, another world, as we step upon the path of dreaming of all that could be, might be, well...maybe. As the Sun lights our path as we set about the day, so too does the Moon light our path as we set about the night. Two journeys, awkwardly parallel yet oft without correlation - we walk the two paths, one grounded in the reality of the day and the other in the fantasy of the night. We seek control in our days, wrapped in the relative norm. Yet come the night, we wish to dance upon fancy - escaping our reality. We trust in the Moon to be our dance partner, that the Moon will mind its manners, and when the dance is done - that the Moon shall lead us back to our seats so we may await the approaching dawn. Two sides of the same, so different - yet not.
Friend, guardian - set me free, keep me safe - is it too much to ask, though we do ask? We slip away into sleep, another world, as we step upon the path of dreaming of all that could be, might be, well...maybe. As the Sun lights our path as we set about the day, so too does the Moon light our path as we set about the night. Two journeys, awkwardly parallel yet oft without correlation - we walk the two paths, one grounded in the reality of the day and the other in the fantasy of the night. We seek control in our days, wrapped in the relative norm. Yet come the night, we wish to dance upon fancy - escaping our reality. We trust in the Moon to be our dance partner, that the Moon will mind its manners, and when the dance is done - that the Moon shall lead us back to our seats so we may await the approaching dawn. Two sides of the same, so different - yet not.