Dark Side

It’s not what it’s made for, but I got out my scope
And looked up at the moon, but I didn’t feel hope
It made me feel pain and I know you know why
Cause I bet in this moment, you’re watching the sky

And you’re wondering if– is there always a dark side?
Can love orbit two souls without the locked tides?
Without hidden shame, hidden craters of heart
Without its own shadow always covering part

Can love be what it is like a green thing that grows
If you just meet its needs and let it alone
Once, before us, before pruning and grafts
It just bloomed for the nighthawks and the bees that flew past

And it bloomed for the stars, the bright side of the moon
Pale moonflower fades away soon
Unlike us with our woes, on the very same vine
The next bloom comes along in almost no time

I hope til I die I respond to its pull
For every eclipse, half-hearted or full
And if you look up – I mean “when,” cause you will
I will be too, the dark side means no ill

For it’s all the same moon, can we take it as whole?
The thing is celestial no portion is dull
If it gives sleepless nights, don’t wallow or sigh
For in that same night the last moonflower dies

It’s all the same moon, can we take it as whole?
The thing is celestial no portion is dull
If it gives sleepless nights, don’t wallow or sigh
For in that same night the last moonflower dies