Virgo Moon in Pisces
Longing in the liminal.
I dance between the material And dream worlds As chaos wakens and unfurls Laying waste to the made-up rules Turning masters into fools Feet on the ground Head in the clouds An alien to the crowds My morals remain unbowed My laments will forever sound Lonely is this stand A companionless land So many are my loose strands Will a lover ever nest in these hands? Will my heart make room and expand? Feet on the ground Head in the clouds The silence here is so loud My love remains unfound And the ache is profound I set no hunter's traps I don't heed preconceived maps I walk the Earth blue and bleeding No posturing, no deceiving What a gift would be our meeting Feet on the ground Head in the clouds Not lost, not found Fighting to not be drowned Wondering if you are around All these hours I've been given Why do you remain hidden? Genuine love is still the mystery I'd like a chance to write it in my history Prove it's more than theory Feet on the ground Head in the clouds How many days more am I allowed? If blessed, I'll cherish thou Fiercely, without bounds
Bonus: For the Love of Lyrics
You could say I lost my faith in science and progress You could say I lost my belief in the holy church You would say I lost my sense of direction Yes, you could say all of this and worse but
—Sting, If I Ever Lose My Faith in You