Moonbow, from the dark I call you to come forth you're like a healing wounded lark singing whispers, facing north as an old hand drum .. quietly beats like my heart it syncopates and syncopates like it wants to restart In the way it really must but it's riddled with toxic dust ... and in the corner there sat a dying alley cat dragged in and so cold ready to sleep 'cause it's so old .. Yes it's breath is weak and ill as there is for this cat indefinitely no more thrill in fighting for what's right when what's right dictates the quality of life .. So will it succumb to the chill? Yes it wants to and it will and so under the window sill.. you, Moonbow, must appear and please.. 'cause time is drawing near yes, time is drawing nearer and I'm standing on the peer Near the edge of the lake foreboding is the fate On this dark, foggy night Oh, Moonbow, show what's right before the lapse, before fall show you exist - and ...