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[wild_moon_beam]

 what can i do 
when emotions turn to tidal waves
the past loves and old regrets 
pull me into the undertow
then miles of emptiness wash over me
and in those salty rivers i can taste
the bitter loneliness i face
when the night whispers to me
of shadows and mysteries
a cool voice in the dark
such gentle persuasion
come on you child of night
come dance under the sweet starlight
forget the world
and its cruel seeming fate
the cold voice of the wind
whips through me
reminds me of the warmth 
just beyond my reach
what can i do
when the ache is almost
to much to bear
the past reminds me
in its subtle ways
that i have much to learn 
the future stretches on ahead
a waiting mystery