Sickle Moon (single)

Lyrics and music by Adam Donen
Produced by Robert Harder

Sickle Moon

by Adam Donen

The sickle is just a moon.

There’s no blackness crawling slooow across the bay, now so still;
No waiting till a blade reveals a space where once was light;
There is no silence that her whispers once would fill.

The sickle is just a moon.
The sickle is just a moon.

The night is not a tomb to blood red nights once shared;
Brighter stars don’t wink, did not conspire and have got nothing to confess;
The banquet table ocean does not slide towards its shortest leg.

The sickle is just a moon.

It has no gloomy purpose to perfectly, certainly fulfil;
It is not chopping stories from the sandcastle of might-have-beens;
And it is not creeping closer, closer  closer   closer still.

The sickle is just a moon.
The sickle is just a moon.

The thunder crack’s no death drum, the lightning bears no ill intent
The dark bears no witness of any greater black
It is certainly not for me that it was sent.

There is no omen in tree trunks contorting in the wind and falling;
The heart’s gazelle was not ensnared on a thorny stillborn spring,
And the hours do not crawl, they gallop, they gallop and they sing:

Nothing by morning ever was lost,
And nothing will ever be lost.
Nothing by morning ever was lost,
And nothing will ever be lost.