Curious Thing

by Stephen M. Golden

Copyright © October 20, 1989

Full moon rising over my shoulder.

My load gets lighter as I get older.

Night time is a friend I count on for peace, rest, and release.

Cloud filled sky, misty rain,

Its soft sound of comfort on my window pane.

I find I like Autumn better than Spring. Curious thing.

I look at the night sky, I look at the stars,

And sometimes I wonder how I've come this far.

So many things I'll never forget. I have no regret.

My life has gone through so many changes.

It seems when I start to settle down, life re-arranges.

It's makin' me wiser, but sometimes it stings. Curious thing.

The watch of november shall always be

A time of reflection and solace for me.

It's hard to explain it. I don't think you know

how much I don't show.

A cloak and a whisper, the moon shines its light.

A fleeting moment, I pass in the night.

You try to recall me -- no memory it brings. Curious thing.

I find I like Autumn better than Spring.

It's makin' me wiser, but sometimes it stings.

You try to recall me -- no memory it brings. Curious thing.