Moonmen

I can feel the strain of time

as I hear the months go by

I had pictures on the wall

that have made it past the door

 –

You can be me if you’d like

I will be kind oh I’ll be kind

to those who are me they will see

the space between the moon and sea.

 –

Though the tides have all but crashed

the pull is stronger than I asked

the waves have called me to their door

to reach the moon below the floor

 –

And when I wave you will not see

the craters’ impossibility

And when I drown you’ll look to find

where I was kind where you were kind

 –

Ben is waiting by my bed

asking about the books I’ve read

Steal a cloud, my little prince

You’ll live a thousand days like this

And if you don’t let’s share a grin

about the moons and suns we’d spin

around a sea you cannot know

where there isn’t a below.

 

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2 thoughts on “Moonmen

  1. Outstanding! I hear a melody…you amaze me, young man and i love you…UM

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