Valley of the Moon...Lisa Gerrard
Astronauts And Ancient Dreams
We built a snowman out of dust
And watched dead rockets flying by
In waves of antiquated rust.
Travelling through the universe
We'd tired of outer space
And went to rest upon the rock
To touch the moon man's face.
We bounded down to craters
And jumped up to the stars
Spread our picnic on the ground
And made our plans for Mars.
For we were growing lonely
For the sights and scenes of home
Though the planet was deserted
And all the ones we loved... long gone.
Just you and I, for centuries now
Survived to man the ship
To go where no one has gone before
On a thousand different trips.
But we are tired, so very tired
Of sailing through the black
And we are longing for red soil
And dream of going back.
The face there of your father's father
The fallen statue lain
It begs us to return and raise
It to it's feet again.
That Earth would know our story
Stare in silenced shock and gulp
To lay the myths at last to rest
When that ancient one stands up.
It will be our last great mission
To restore those ruins and soon
And we sigh in unison with a million stars
On the dark side of the moon.
©by Voo
July 26, 07
midnight
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