the moon in her tent of pastel rainbow - the rippled quilted clouds of her cloak drape over this globe of earth- through the ripples in the cotton, I look up, agape at shining dots - diamonds in the vast expanse of clear sea above her
From the back of your big brown eyes I knew you'd be gone as soon as you could and I hoped you would we could see that you weren't yourself and the lines on your face did tell it's just as well you'd never be yourself again
Saw you last night dance by the light of the moon stars in your eyes free from the life that you knew
You're the magic that holds the sky up from the ground you're the breath that blows these cool winds 'round trading places with an angel now
Saw you last night dance by the light of the moon stars in your eyes free from the life that you knew saw you last night stars in the sky smiled in my room
"Doctor, without your wounds, where would your power be? It is your melancholy that makes your low voice tremble into the hearts of men and women. The very angels themselves cannot persuade the wretched and laundering children of this earth as can one human being broken on the wheels of living. In love’s service only wounded soldiers can serve ..."
- Thorton Wilder, The Angel That Troubled the Waters
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Magic
by Ben Folds
written by Darren Jessee
From the back of your big brown eyes
I knew you'd be gone as soon as you could
and I hoped you would
we could see that you weren't yourself
and the lines on your face did tell
it's just as well
you'd never be yourself again
Saw you last night
dance by the light of the moon
stars in your eyes
free from the life that you knew
You're the magic that holds the sky up from the ground
you're the breath that blows these cool winds 'round
trading places with an angel now
Saw you last night
dance by the light of the moon
stars in your eyes
free from the life that you knew
saw you last night
stars in the sky
smiled in my room
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