The Dark Side Of The Moon

The Dark Side Of The Moon

I've known her through the lonely night
in a single sultry beam.
She's standing in the cold moonlight,
stark naked in my dream.

Now as the busy day does fade,
and shadows come my way,
there's respite from the noise parade,
stone silence where I lay.

As my thoughts are drifting free
in oceans of the mind,
her image will come back to me,
much more well defined.

She spins a silken mystic web
beneath the winter skies,
a cloak of finest golden thread,
mirrored in her eyes.

So when my daydreams turn to night
and darkness blankets noon,
I'll wait for her to cast a light
on the dark side of the moon.