night, and the moon a blur above me—I wonder where the world hides you, and if perhaps you still love me

I had almost forgotten you—but my arms kept remembering

beginswith rain,dark lines,and gloom… and alwaysends with you

the Moon, trails the fabric of night behind her, stars glimmering in her wake

Time to leave and a friendly boughfrom a neighbor's treeleans over the fenceto shake hands with me

I play a piano of words—its icy tinkle echoes through your halls

I have only dark, obscure words of love—but it’s these that broke your heart

the story of us is touching, but exists only in dreams

Your skin is transparent as distilled moonlight

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us