The Man In The Moon
My window was open
And my eyes wouldn’t close
All night I’d been hopin’
That I would dose
But the light from the moon
Shone full into my room
And burned in my body
Like a fiery wound.
As I lay dying,
My heart deeply sighing
Like the wind in the willows beyond,
A desolate howling
Came from without
And filled me with terror unknown.
Upon my bed cowering
I began to shout
But it tore into my body
And brought forth my soul
Leaving me empty
And cold.
Upon my bed shivering
My spirit quivering
I hugged my hollow form.
I felt more forlorn
Than a child alone
Forever in hell
For in God’s home
I once did dwell
And the mem’ry of’t was still so new
I had the smell of His flowers in my hair
Upon my lips the kiss of His dew.
In the dark I waited
And the sun never rose again.
Once I looked over my windowsill
And saw a forsaken plain.
Dark shadows there stood writhing
And wailing in the endless night.
I closed my ears and closed my eyes
But the sounds that I was hearing
Were not from somewhere outside
They came from deep within
Where the fire resides.
I heard the crackling furnace
The blaze consuming my flesh,
As the light of inspiration, in its quest,
Lit upon the brittle shell
Of the hollow man in hell
And blackened it like paper
That shattered in the wind
And slowly flew away
On ashen wings.
Upon the bed lay burning
A single spark of fire
That once had been the will
Of a man who did expire.
From its light a feather grew
And soon a flaming wing
Until at last the phoenix flew
Into a sky now brightening.
What it was that woke my soul
Never will I know
But this I have to say:
That though I may not yet be whole
Ever will I grow.
