Shallow Winter's Moon

Shallow Winter's Moon - The Traditionist

Wide mouth

Small town

Wrapped up

Tightly

With your diamond rings

And your lucid dreams

Pent up

Passed down

And your plans

And your headaches

And the feelings for your friends

And your ways to stay calm

In the moment that it ends

And your reasons to be sad

And your scapegoats and the things you've had

And your poems

As reminders

For the people you owe

And your phone calls from the heart

And you knew it true from the start

You were born and bread

With that hurricane in your head

So why not

Silence the sound

Stand out

Obscene

For a moment

For a crowded room

For a day in the shade

On this shallow winter's moon

All your demons faintly fade

And the prom queen

Like daisy chains

And the poor widow's son

And the charlatan

Who's not bothering

By fooling anyone

And the mother

With her window sill

And a view from a tomb

And the faucet with a bleeding wound

The butterfly rouge of an empty room

And in that moment

When you're someone new

Like a red letter day

The privilege that fades into

This shallow winter's moon