From the recording Cradle of Light

At the end of a tiresome workday I got up from my gray cubicle to head home. In the office there's a wide window at the top of the staircase, and the view taunted me. The last coals of the sunset glowed orange behind the front range of the Alleghenies, shaming me for pushing pixels instead of hiking trails and paddling rivers. But when I went outside, a wisp of moon offered encouragement, so I hired it for some life coaching.


Cradle of Light(c) 2015 Dave NealonLook out the window at the mountain silhouettedBy the afterglow of another day I missedPersonal filmfest playing moments I’ve regrettedAlways stalking me with memories and what-ifsChorusCrescent moon won't you rock me in the cradle of your light?I’m consumed by restless worry in the watches of the nightI got promises to keep and the road ahead won’t let me sleepWon’t you rock me in the cradle of your light?Nothing’s in focus; I can’t think or keep from thinkingOf the friends that I allowed to slip awayChances I squandered are just rusted chains no longer linkingAnd I didn’t accomplish anything todayBridgeLunar tranquility, a little less gravity Gives us a lift to assist our climbPale luminosity just out in front of meA giant leap for all mankind