Moon Cradle
THE STORY
I don’t know about you, but I feel less alone when I look at the moon. We partake of the common when we look out at her, for she is, among other things, a receiver of common questions, a giver of common comforts.
To gaze upon the moon fills my cup with reassurance, with wonder, with magic. I feel a fine thread of connection across time and space with all who gaze also. Moon Cradle is my effort to paint with words a few moments where I have felt this thread keenly.
This project has been cradled by many hands and hearts. It is truly a collective work. It belongs to a common space, so now it is yours, too.
— Kait
THE LYRICS
Some nights Moon bends low
To keep me company
Swells as she reaches near
And I am filled with such a feeling
Such a sure feeling
That she’s seen me before
That her eyes and her hands and her heart
All know the medicine I came for
She eases all my fever dreams
With the nearness of her heart
As though its steady rhythm
My dreaming body knows
Gave me my earthly start
She’s young and old and all at once
She sheds the sun’s own glow
To span that magic waking time
When moonshine grows to light
In the dawning hour
When the ghosts come
I sing for
A moon cradle, a moon cradle
Her hands they tremble
But they hold the lines
Constantly unfolding
Carry me safe knowing
She’s bent these knees before
She lives within my body still
Her wrinkles are mine
And I belong to that time before
I was a twinkle, in the twinkle, in her eye
Some nights Moon bends low
To keep me company
Swells as she reaches near
And I am filled with such a feeling
Such a sure feeling
That she’s seen me before
That her eyes and her hands and her heart
All know the medicine I came for
That her eyes and her hands and her heart
All know the medicine I came for
