When a Star Hits the Moon

Enigma was a pantomime
Lost in a maze of heart
He never knew which way to go
To the finish or the start.
Deep within a see through maze
His hands defined the space
And there's so much of it
Between love and death’s embrace.

When a star hits the moon
Its mark can’t be erased
If not for all those falling stars
The moon would have no face...

Enigma was a falling star
Caught between now and never—
On one hand there was blinding light
The other cast shadows forever.
His tears were either black or white
Depending which way he faced
For tears of joy and sorrow all
Share the same salty taste.

When a star hits the moon...

A falling star is but a meteor
The atmosphere makes them shine
Though they don’t light up
Before reaching the moon
Are they any less divine

Enigma was a pantomime
Painted in black and white
His stage a crater on the moon
Where the dark side meets the light.
His head in a tower of ivory
Ebony dungeons hold him down
And so we find him stuck between
Phases of smiles and frowns.

When a star hits the moon
Its mark can’t be erased
If not for all those falling star
The moon would have no face...

© 2004 S K des Lauriers

I added a bridge

[This message has been edited by Stefan des Lauriers (edited 10-28-2004).]