Saw the moon drop setting everything afloat Shooting boulders, red as when your lips are cold Empty oceans, your laughter echoes in the abyss Stolen, your voice is stolen from the abyss I feel stolen from the abyss Sudden movement as red tides begin to run Liberated from the pointing of its gun Empty rivers grand as mountains touching skies Under moonlight and the absence lights the dusk They have learned to own that absence Your words are the stars Every movement is a thread, an anchor Your words are the moon Shreds of chords with unsown ground and fields Your words are the sun Every breath embraces empty spaces Your words are the clouds Absent minds fleeing feet and wings Your words are the stars Every movement is a thread, an anchor Your words are the moon Every breath embraces empty spaces Your words are the sun