Sting

I knew nothing of his story, his history,
his paths but
I sensed a Wizard in his presence
and I was right
He took me for a ride
into the wildness of Space
visiting Horizonts we just dream of
and connecting to the Source
His horse was Light
His music Portal
to the core and beyond

Moon

'There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street

It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can never show my face at noon
And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over Bourbon Street'

penned by Sting, courtesy of Mark