Ma Belle

There was this moon one night and lonely I was.
I started talking with her and with the lay lost my heart.
She was all so lonely up in the sky.
Oh all so beautiful and so high.
As I heard the waves soothe me, I spoke.
She told me about her nights and of the lover's she's had.
But the world never held her close for she set everyday.
Her, she had had no choice.

I fell in love. We shared the night.
I begged her not to go, but go she did.
I raved by the day and I was back when she was up.
She was back, but she was with another man.
That day I felt the salt of the seas in my eyes.
There, I had a hand on my shoulder and I never turned back.

I was a bloody loner, and that was all I thought I had.
The sun came up.
The hand took me back. I still could face no sun and by the eve I was back.
To my cave, to those salty sands. There I looked up the moon, but there she was.
My belle with brown eyes, the lady with her hand.
She sat beside me and listened to all I had.
The mad words of hurt and the fey moods of my heart.
She nursed me back to life, the world of sounds which had me scarred.
Scared I slept on her shoulders and cried out my heart.

Today she is at her fork and runs very scared.
She feels not the shadow for she sees not the past.
Betrayed she has been, ma belle is scared.
She feels not my hand, hears not my speak.
She fears the dark shadowy night,
after with her sun, she has been.
The days were her element, the night scares her within.
The night is my handle, its treacheries I have seen.

Without her sun, she thinks there be no life, for farther she cannot see.
My belle is always me.
The sun and the moon may always win.
All I have is her and always she will have me.
Let the new worlds come, let the new worlds go.

Life in a stone is but a rare thing.
A stone can always be a stone, but a shade it never will be.
With life it lives , and with its life it will always be.
The stones of this world may he stones, this stone will never be.
For this stone has seen love and forever it will be.