Blue Moon

The Blue Moon
Holding a straight line
Cruising like a fungus through time
And to define it all
I would have to know them better
The creatures of my mind
How can one escape his own mind?

A Blue Moon
In presence of red wine
Hiding in its gown a disgrace
But in it's face
You can see the marks of living
Harrowed by the light
How did it start, why must we fight?

Lying still in the cool, green grass on this summer night
The pale grey moon turning blue on me in a strange delight, lush and bright

A Blue Moon
Holding a straight line
Cruising like a fungus through time
And to define it all
I would have to know them better
The creatures of my mind
How can one escape his own mind?

Hiding here in the quiet night, with my goblins twisting and turning
The big blue moon shifting colours now, yellow and burning
Lush and bright