black sun

beautiful, beautiful song (via theovergrownpath)

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the black sun like a river in the night, shimmering, sparkling sorrow.like time unredeemed. the river slowed, with great effort turned back against rock, grew dark with fear, so that he might see the moon's face gently rest on his. why does the moon remain so light? is it because she's so unfaithful?

moon, moon, moon.when will you fall? your light, falling everywhere, glancing off trees, on shadowless earth, with the swiftness of the clouds. winter moon,with your pale fingers in the long grass, a marriage of silver and green.stone of light, mortal goddess that speaks to the poet,inspiring him with Love.you, yourself, are a reflection of me, as I am of you.you, who stand alone with circular thoughts,whose cold gaze is the destiny of the sea.perchance you know something of my soul?

there is no way to your calm heart; and neither east nor west holds your gaze.have i not darkened my face long enough for thee?