The soldiers did go away and their towns were torn down; and in the Moon of Falling Leaves (November), they made a treaty with Red Cloud that said our country would be ours as long as grass should grow and water flow.
The night I was born, Lord I swear the moon turned a fire red.
In the great green room, there was a telephone And a red balloon And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon...
Bring the buds of the hazel-copse, Where two lovers kissed at noon; Bring the crushed red wild-thyme tops Where they murmured under the moon....
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on top of the beer can
...I live with regrets - the bittersweet loss of innocence - the red track of the moon upon the lake - the inability to return and do it again...
The Sun, Moon and Stars are there to guide us.
Red, of course, is the colour of the interior of our bodies. In a way it's inside out, red.