This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

L’Etoile du Nord

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The moon has ghosted.
It gives no light.
She hides just out of sight.
Abandoned we feel so lost.
Mourning what our foolishness cost.

A winter evening
Looking up
Still your star burns so bright

Lead the way
We know the path
We walked it safe by day
And now we walk
Step by step
Over the snow and ice
Through a long dark night.

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