3am Moonlight (poem) by Roy Edwards on AuthorsDenFeatured Authors: Inspire Hope, iShirley Houston, iCathleen Niblo, iSam Penny, iStephen Cafaro, iSimon Halliday, iSteven Ulmen, iRecent poems by Roy Edwards Ben Beyond The Far Horizon It Fell Out of the Sky Vicente�s Prayer Innocent Dropping Things Waiting To Die Voices Dead Man�s Grave Song Lyrics Trace God�s Eye Secret in a Bookby Roy Edwards Thursday, March 20, 2008Print Save Become a Fan 3am MoonlightOnce upon a time green lay the valley, warm amber sunlight flooding every breath, the sun a swelling golden blister on the face of the soft blue sky.In a glowing moment I revealed the hidden language of Blue Cranes to the Woman-Who-Sings-In-The-Summer-Valley and then it all faded away: like a heart song, haunting and lovely.I roamed and I wrote a handful of songs and recorded a few and somewhere along the way I wrote books and read every word. I bought a house with a dribble of money but I just couldn�t stay and when I returned it was worth far less than I paid.I met Chloe in Virginia and Suzette in Spain and Madeline in France.I travelled to England but it wasn�t the same.Sheila said she loved me but she couldn�t even remember my name.So I wrote a new handful of songs and recorded a few and somewhere down the road I wrote books too; and I guess it would be fair to say I stayed behind when the world moved on, lost in the music and the haunt of a song in a book, and I read every word.I wish I could slow down, but I�m racing inside and I just can�t seem to stop I�ve forgotten how, and what sense I own goes AWOL don�t you know and I�m locked in a race to the grave.I made some money but it wasn�t much in return for all the songs and the books I wrote; and I swear to God it�s not true what they say, but I just can�t recall signing it all away.So I wrote more songs and recorded a few and somewhere down the road I wrote books too.I met Maureen in Ireland and Jennifer in Wales; Laura in New York and Yasmine in Morocco where the tea is strong.Marie in Mexico asked if I�d write her a song; and what about that book in your head she said, and later is as later does and I swear I can�t recall signing it all away.3am Moonlight and I thought;if you help me I�ll be your friend and if you catch me when I fall, I�ll write you a song and a book or two. I�ll read every word and I swear to God you can have it all every note, every song, every book, every word if you will be there to catch me when I fall.Alone with a ghost in my headYou can have it all every song every bookIf you will just catch me when I fallAnd I recall in a distant sort of hazy once upon a time kind of way when green lay the valley. Warm amber sunshine flooding every breath and tomorrow was so far away each hour I lived was enough for today; and then the ghost in my head whispered �you can always return but you can never go back� and I swear its not true what they say but I just can�t recall signing it all away.Strands of moonlight tangle the leaves. The air is cool and still. I need to sleep but I cannot. The Hidden Language of Blue Cranes fills my head and I wonder; I wonder in a mild sort of way if I will meet Woman- Who-Sings-In-The-Summer-Valley again in this life: the moon hangs low in the sky. I feel slow inside 3am moonlight.
