The Moon

The moon hung in sunny yellow Thought of things I'd wished to sell Two trees serve as comfort Like two curtains aside a window I acknowledge its distance, lengthening evermore Regardless, I'm made to march through time As the distance lengthens furthermore The curtains keep tears from flowing And the mouth from quivering The firmament holds light impossibly far Like love locked in a distant star I acknowledge its distance, lengthening evermore Regardless, I'm made to march through time As the distance lengthens furthermore