my lips were sealed when choices were made
feeding the amplified sounds on the lake

a moment before the moon reached your eyes
and echoed across the endless sky

guided by needle point edges are frayed
gripping the handle bars, foot on the brakes

classroom is spinning, made a mosaic from
snapshots and fragments of sentences [moments] taken away...

build me up
hold me tight
a friend of yours
is a friend of mine

true and pure
recognize that
all wounds heal
in their own time

I saw it when the characters moved
by the cold air that raced in the light of the moon

before it disappeared, just past the clearing
is seemed so real just like we were beginning again