Moonrise
Moonset
Dirty blonde
Brunette
The Moon
Altitude
Twenty thousand feet above
His life and how it seems
Somewhere between the moon and clouds
Is where he’s hid his dreams
Quantum Entanglement
But he is my Sun at night
Always, he exists
And his lefts, they turn me right
How do I resist?
But I am his Moon at dawn
Always sending waves
And I counter his clockwise
How will he behave?
But we’re in eternal Lent
Nourished as we fast
Which gods divined this sacrament?
And how long will it last?
If It Weren’t
If it weren’t for that moon
I could set you free
If it weren’t for the sun
You would be with me
If it weren’t for those stars
I could lose my way
If it weren’t for your heart
In the Milky Way
To the Jot
The moon told me you shouldn’t wait
Don’t hold back, don’t hesitate
She said to give it all you’ve got
And she’d match you, down to the jot
Sails
The moon told me that you could sigh
For all these heavy-heart goodbyes
And she’d put wind back in your sails
When you were ready to inhale
To the Lip
The moon asked me to fill your cup
With yarns and rhymes from sailors’ sups
Each time your soul doth take a sip
You’ll fill hers up back to the lip
Libertas Virtuti
The moon told me we must stay true
To what makes me, me, and what makes you, you
If we can hold on, steadfastly
We’ll know libertas virtuti
Rest in Peace
The moon told me she’d gone to bed
To dream of all that which you dread
She’d hollow out these hopes deceased
And so tonight, you’d rest in peace
The One Before the One
The one before the one
Gave a moony girl the sun
Generously shared his fun
Guaranteed love wasn’t won
The one before the one
Was her heart’s due break from Lent
Never asked her to repent
Never took more than he spent
The one before the one
Shared with her his true confessions
Showed her love was not possession
Or the subject of obsession
The one before the one
Proposed that she give up her bluffs
Promised her when life got tough
She was still more than enough
The one before the one
Was one of the great’s she’ll ever know
But planted other seeds to grow
And so it just goes to show
When he was to and she was fro
When he was high and she was low
When he was re and she was do
When he was stop and she was go
When the sun was high and day was done
Something was lost, and something won
The woman she’d never have become
Without —
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