Deux

In love, with the ecstasy of the last blue moon.
Captured by the first gaze of the brightest jewel of the night.

As the evening star shines through your window somewhere in the west.
Devouring the sweetest dusty lullaby.
Turning the most crooked dream into the most wishful hope.
Like the blue moon, alone and swoon.

In The Rapture of August's Blue Moon

Safe and sound under the cold blue moon.
Settled behind the great kingdom of heaven.
Softly humming in the shelter like a loon.
Longing deep inside this most sacred haven.

Billion forgotten days spent in another culture.
Dead eyes, and soul bitten by a rotten vulture.
Empty minds, devoured by midnight's rapture.
Waiting for our souls to be tied by the force of nature.

Ugh

Another day. Another freakshow.
Another circus to blow.
Another lawn of play to mow.
Another teary midnight crow.
Even though ten thousand miles are breaking through our glow.
Tonight, we will shout out our vow.

Flight Attendant

Time is ticking.
Closer and closer and closer.
And I am silently waiting.
For our sunset to come over.

As you are leaving.
Please bring a little memory to store, dear lover.
And you'll be longing.
For the day where we can finally share to each other.

Metropolis 2

"My life is an endless misery!" said the old man on the busy street.
Before he disappeared behind the charcoal smoke of Monday's wit.
"Try living in his shoes" said the wise man as he sip on his booze.
To be strayed, far from your muse.
Cry god for midday blues, and unsolved clues.
For your hopes are nothing but fading tattoos.