Beautiful South

For Better or Worse

My Mirror

Lyrics 


Hush… the lake is holding its breath.
The moon is a lantern with no hand.


He rows me where the water turns to glass,
oars whispering secrets as the minutes pass.
Silver on the ripples, a road in the night,
and I lean into the hush of the lunar light.
He never speaks much—just lets the dark sing,
and the stars hang low like a wedding ring.


The moonbeams braid through the mist like thread,
and he steers by the shimmer, by what isn’t said.
I watch his shoulders move, slow and sure,
as if the sky itself is something we can moor.
My name in his breathing, calm as a hymn—
then the water shivers… and the world turns dim.


I blink once—
and the rhythm breaks.
The oars stop—
and the silence aches.


Moonboat… drifting on a silver line,
full moon pouring down like wine.
But where are you now?
Where did you go?
Your hands were here,
then the night said “no”.
Moonboat… carrying my shadow alone,
a hollow seat where love used to glow.
Say my name through the light—
bring me back from the undertow.


The bench is still warm, like a ghost of his skin,
and the water keeps rocking where he had been.
No splash, no goodbye, no trail in the wave—
just a quiet theft the dark chose to take.
I call to the shoreline, I call to the sky,
but my voice comes back as a frightened cry.


I reach for the oars—
they feel like bone.
I taste the fear—
of being alone.


Moonboat… drifting on a silver line…



Is he inside the moon?
Or folded in the mist?
Did fate unmake the path
with a single twist?


I follow the beam to the edge of the world,
where the water turns black and the heavens curl.
If the moon is a mirror, then show me the truth—
was he ever here…
or only the proof?


Moonboat… drifting on a silver line,
full moon pouring down like wine.
But where are you now?
Where did you go?
Your hands were here,
then the night said “no”.
Moonboat… don’t leave me here to drown,
on a road of light that won’t slow down.
Say my name through the light—
bring me back… bring me back…


The lake exhales.
The moon stays.
And I am still
looking for the oars.

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