Crescent Moon

Reach a hand to the crescent moon
 grab hold of the hollow
 If she sits in the palm of the left
 that moon will be fuller tomorrow
 If she sits in the palm of the right
 that moon is on the wane
 and the love of the one who shares your bed
 will be doing just the same
 'Won't you come with me', she said,
 'there's plenty of room in my iron bed
 You're looking cold and tired
 and more than a little human
 I know I'm not part of the life you had planned,
 but I think once your body feels my hand
 your mind will change
 and your heart will lose its pain'
 Out among the fields gently hipped
 beneath the corn,
 Assiniboine bones beneath the highway
 he stood there and he thought of home
 A finger traces the path of a satellite
 You're drawn to a distant copse of trees
 A voice as sweet as Mare's Tail
 clings to the prairie breeze
 'Won't you come with me', she said,
 'there's plenty of room in my iron bed
 You're looking cold and tired
 and more than a little human
 I know I'm not part of the life you had planned,
 but I think once your body feels my hand
 your mind will change
 and your heart will lose its pain'
 Do I reach for you
 when I know you're on the wane?
 Do I sense you when I know you're not around?
 Do I search for you
 when I know you can't be found?
 Do I dare to speak your name?
 Raise your eyes to a moonless sky
 and try to wish upon a rising star
 Search all you want for her blessing
 but you won't find her sparkling there
 Now cast your eyes to a part of the sky
 where nothing but darkness unfolds
 and watch as all around you
 she reveals the brilliance of secrets untold
 Won't you come with me, she said,
 there's plenty of room in my iron bed
 You're looking cold and tired
 and more than a little human
 I know I'm not part of the life you had planned,
 but I think once your body feels my hand
 your mind will change
 and your heart will lose its pain