Do Not Listen to the Moon

Do not listen to the moon, child
He'll whisper only nonsense in your ear
And fill your head with silly notions
But not a word of substance, not one ounce of truth
So mind me, child and do not listen to the moon

And do not sail across the night of dreams
Or you may chance to meet him strolling down
That well-worn path he treads amongst the stars
For he'll tell you how he knows so much
Indeed so much and none of it is so

He'll take you by the arm and speak with silvery eloquence
Of things that never were or ever could be real
Pay no heed and do not answer if he calls your name
Because there's nothing to him but this solemn oath he swears...
To be the Moon whatever face he may be phasing

For still he pulls the mighty oceans to and fro
Gleams a pearly smile at you while putting poetry
And love songs on your tongue
The wolves may howl at his command but you must never sing for him
Or you may vanish in his shadow when he passes by your window as you sleep

Then carried swift upon the currents of the Milky Way
Past the warm fires of the sun and far beyond
The friendly hosts of heaven
For he can pluck you like a downy feather
From your mother's breast and cast you headlong

Down a black abyss of terrifying visions
Because the moon, I say, is full of lies
Oh, I should know
I've watched entranced beneath those sunlit mountains
Listened to fantastic tales as bright as blinding ice on dazzling peaks

That rise above the nether regions of the soul
Then higher still, yes, higher than the angels are allowed to go
And all the while the darkness creeping up behind
As stealthy as a serpent sliding through the grass to crush your heart
And swallow you, your hopes and dreams, and body whole

Then hurtling through a wizard's maze
And down into a witch's well as deep and dark
As lost and gone as evermore shall be
So trust me when I tell you, child
Do not listen to the moon