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catsittingstill(note-I wrote this yesterday, but had trouble posting)
I've been out of touch for a while because I've been at OVFF (Ohio Valley Filk Festival (Filk being songs written and/or sung by science fiction and fantasy fans)) this past weekend. I'm very tired and going to take a nap soon, but I promised I'd post this after the con.
Moontage
lyrics and melody by Catherine Faber, 2003
The moon is our balance, a binary planet,
But lacking the mass that would bank or align
Stone sculpting fires that mountains of granite
For all of their majesty barely confine.
The blows of the ages have shattered and scarred
A world without weather to smooth any shard.
(chorus)
The mirror of more than the sun she appears
The dust where the eons have layered their track
The herald who taught us the dance of the spheres
The doorstep that marks where our footprints turn back...
Dark turns the moon unexpected and fey,
Forsaking the night we pretend is her realm
In favor of sailing abroad in the day
Charting her course with no hand on the helm,
And sometimes when all is precisely aligned
Brief night out of season her shadow will bind.
Waxing her crescent is vivid and bright
A bow fully bent to take aim at the sun,
Two fingers that point to the heart of the night,
Uncowed by a race that can never be won.
Though she is barren, like treasure she glows
Ever retreating the brighter she grows.
Full the fair moon comes to face in her run
Caught in the cogs of a clockwork so vast
Over our shoulder the face of the sun;
Sometimes she hides in the shadow we cast,
Reflecting a dusk dyed deep red by the glow
Of the dawn that embraced it two seconds ago.
Waning, the moon comes to close up the dance;
Later each night she will rise into play.
Retreat come full circle becomes an advance,
Patiently sidling into the day.
We call her inconstant--the light is to blame;
The face that she shows us is ever the same.
At some point I'll put up the music too.
I had a great time at the con. I'll tell you about it later.
I've been out of touch for a while because I've been at OVFF (Ohio Valley Filk Festival (Filk being songs written and/or sung by science fiction and fantasy fans)) this past weekend. I'm very tired and going to take a nap soon, but I promised I'd post this after the con.
Moontage
lyrics and melody by Catherine Faber, 2003
The moon is our balance, a binary planet,
But lacking the mass that would bank or align
Stone sculpting fires that mountains of granite
For all of their majesty barely confine.
The blows of the ages have shattered and scarred
A world without weather to smooth any shard.
(chorus)
The mirror of more than the sun she appears
The dust where the eons have layered their track
The herald who taught us the dance of the spheres
The doorstep that marks where our footprints turn back...
Dark turns the moon unexpected and fey,
Forsaking the night we pretend is her realm
In favor of sailing abroad in the day
Charting her course with no hand on the helm,
And sometimes when all is precisely aligned
Brief night out of season her shadow will bind.
Waxing her crescent is vivid and bright
A bow fully bent to take aim at the sun,
Two fingers that point to the heart of the night,
Uncowed by a race that can never be won.
Though she is barren, like treasure she glows
Ever retreating the brighter she grows.
Full the fair moon comes to face in her run
Caught in the cogs of a clockwork so vast
Over our shoulder the face of the sun;
Sometimes she hides in the shadow we cast,
Reflecting a dusk dyed deep red by the glow
Of the dawn that embraced it two seconds ago.
Waning, the moon comes to close up the dance;
Later each night she will rise into play.
Retreat come full circle becomes an advance,
Patiently sidling into the day.
We call her inconstant--the light is to blame;
The face that she shows us is ever the same.
At some point I'll put up the music too.
I had a great time at the con. I'll tell you about it later.
