Our old moon once hung in orbit bare though full when thers was nothing on it long before we were adorners then in time it covered our bright lights and Easter Island O how some do bloom some turn to ruins our old room corner apartment eventually hung heavy with the ornament by the time we moved over you wore my name i wore your colors o how some do bloom some turn to ruins and wildlife why some come gleamy-eyed to the evening glow i dont know and then bide on flashing fish and the silver light hows made to show i dont know and in the new moon in a vacant evening where theres a quiet or an empty feeling i know as time goes therell be lights on my home
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 05:11:28 +0000
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