Shadows of the Moon - Beau

The sunset in the Western skies

Its gold and red and black display

Disappears and paves the way

For the pure white reflected light

Of the silent moon

Floating slowly across the spangled velvet screen

Of the universe

The flame of its creation burned

Remaining for posterity

Dusty seas serenity

Another day a lonely day

With no life to live

Plods its lonely path into eternity

Round mother earth

So contrast to the searing sun

The gentle shadows of the moon

Silent night gone so soon

Taken in a wilderness

Of morning sky

Lost but still remembered in the memory's eye

From whence it came

The flame of its creation burned

Remaining for posterity

Dusty seas serenity

Another day a lonely day

With no life to live

Plods its lonely path into eternity

Round mother earth