would you dare to question how...
...the shattering of alabaster moonbeams
against the cold dark seashore sound?
it is the breaking of porcelain hearts
echoed inside of aching moonstone bones
until the grinding pain turns to dust
to be carried away on gusts of pale light
it is forever night with eyes shut tight
and seashore whispers calling all around
to the sound of shattered moonbeams
but always in that pale glow
you stand, you sit, you wait
you know
and now you know...
