The wake

In a hopeless night
Without moon in the sky
Singer found its way
Through the ancient party

She went with him
For unstoppable hours

He came to her, in undulating waves
And she told him mysteries
He said you’ve been looking
In the wrong direction
Any history starts here
And the other pages you drew
Are from a book already departed

She caressed him
For a little moment

Waning moon turns to new in the sky
It’s time to wake, pretty child
Dance through the night old songs