I see a bad moon risin'

Aug 08, 2006 20:39

I see earth quakes and lightning, I see bad times today.

There's a bad moon on the rise.

it was there when we met, you and I. We saw the moon and the stars, we saw the sun and it blinded us to thought.

Together we ate, drank, had fun, shared grief and sorrow. We drank too much, we did, we ate too much as well.

We laughed at everyone and they laughed at us. We worked side by side, we lived under the same roof.

You were there for me when I wed and when she left. I was there when you wed, and when she left.

You and I hosted the party of the year, all year, all at once and through the months that became more.

I loved you as I loved my own. You were, to me, a brother. My twin who is not twin. We who were nothing but different were always side by side the same man with the same thought.

You woke me with a song too often, but never enough.

it's overcast and cloudy in the sky where the moon belongs. A chill wind blows thru my heart. Awoken with a bad moon, and asleep in our sunday best. Excitable boys we were.

We did take in the 4:00 A.M. show at the clark. You did bite the usherettes leg in the dark.

I dare say if there is something left for you to do, you will do it with the same verve that you did everything else. Save me a seat my friend, save me a seat and we can track down some of the others who are there as well. Save me a seat for time of this mortal coil is weakly short, our bodies frail, our minds sometimes too. If there is something left to do, a place left to go, save me a seat my brother, my friend, my other mind. Save me a seat indeed for we have yet to finish this long conversation.

I will love you as my own, like the brother you are and always were. You who were me, yet not me.

For family left behind I say only this. He loved many people, but surely you the best.

I will cry for you now, no, not for you. I will cry for myself now, for I have lost a piece of myself tonight. I feel very alone.
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