{"id":4077,"date":"2018-03-05T11:10:46","date_gmt":"2018-03-05T08:10:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/?p=4077"},"modified":"2018-03-05T11:10:46","modified_gmt":"2018-03-05T08:10:46","slug":"hanging-the-moon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/?p=4077","title":{"rendered":"Hanging the Moon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe style=\"border: 0; width: 100%; height: 120px;\" src=\"https:\/\/bandcamp.com\/EmbeddedPlayer\/track=3972026450\/size=large\/bgcol=ffffff\/linkcol=0687f5\/tracklist=false\/artwork=small\/transparent=true\/\" seamless><a href=\"http:\/\/plamensivov.bandcamp.com\/track\/hanging-the-moon\">Hanging the Moon by Plamen Sivov<\/a><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s been one of those seasons of quiet despair,<br \/>\nI could hang the moon painted over your skies \u2013<br \/>\nkeep you company, even when nobody\u2019s there,<br \/>\nthrow her silver keys gently into your eyes.<\/p>\n<p>Take me sailing again down the rivers of summer,<br \/>\nall the way to the ocean, the islands of South,<br \/>\nwith the firelight dancing and licking our shadows,<br \/>\nand the taste of the universe still in your mouth.<\/p>\n<p>Fields of blueberry darkness that cling to your shoulders.<br \/>\nCarolina magnolias, spreading their glow,<br \/>\nwith the perfume of longing as evenings grow colder \u2013<br \/>\nthings that only the moon and her silences know\u2026<\/p>\n<p>I am hanging the moon over trees thinking winter,<br \/>\nwhile the memories scatter gold leaves to the wind.<br \/>\nTake a walk on the beach, gather moments that drifted<br \/>\ndeeper into the currents, and bring them back in.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s been one of those seasons of quiet despair,<br \/>\nI could hang the moon painted over your skies \u2013<br \/>\nkeep you company, even when nobody\u2019s there,<br \/>\nthrow her silver keys gently into your eyes.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/poetrytranslated.wordpress.com\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Diana Stefanova<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hanging the Moon by Plamen Sivov It\u2019s been one of those seasons of quiet despair, I could hang the moon painted over your skies \u2013 keep you company, even when nobody\u2019s there, throw her&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4078,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"give_campaign_id":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[26],"tags":[51,50,1051,62,717,46,718],"class_list":["post-4077","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-26","tag-acoustic","tag-guitar","tag-moon","tag-music","tag-poetry","tag-singer-songwriter","tag-song"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4077","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4077"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4077\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/4078"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4077"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4077"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.plamensivov.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4077"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}