004: Against the Moon

05.01.2018 - By Eric Barry Writes: Poetry, Short Stories, and Writing

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Apologies, it's been a few weeks. I decided I'd rather spend the time to release something I feel is worthwhile than just push out halfhearted stuff for the sake of it every week. So I will continue to try and get stuff out as soon as possible, but pieces may fluctuate in regularity. Social Links: twitter.com/ericbarry instagram.com/ericbarrywrites facebook.com/ericbarrywrites Google Voicemail: (415) 779-6855 AGAINST THE MOON I want to watch the moon with you because it’s something pure and trueAnd if it should ever fail to rise, I’ll wait with you and watch the skiesThat first night we never knew, what would come and what would doBut naïve ways once held untrue, brought truth to youth and came unglued Wishing stars, wish to give, all we take that we must liveI wish that I could burn so bright, granting wishes through the night They say the sun will set, the moon will rise, to never challenge, nor surpriseThings are what they are, will be what they’ll be, to never expect differently Things never change, things never move; set will the sun, rise will the moon. I want to watch the moon with you and dance in black and shades of blueI want to hold your face to mine, against the odds in spite of timeRough and tumble, thick and thin, rich or poor, loss or winI wonder if love is true, do people bet against the moon? Across each other we start to smile, lips separate and reconcileWe come together fingers graze, celestial bodies set ablazeOceans apart or by my side, should paths diverge or worlds collideAll the feelings, all the sights, will stay with us throughout the night When there’s nothing left for us to see, I’ll show you more and you’ll show meThe lowest lows, the highest highs, until we settle in our eyesOur lids will close, our hearts will sync, and then we’ll travel in our dreamsYour hand in mine, our breath now shared, we watch the skies, no longer scared I want to watch the moon with you, because it’s something pure and trueBut when the moon forgets just what to do, I’ll be with you to watch that too

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