Solaretinopathy

The rays that push past the moon They burn your eyes Two months past June Eleven til next July Luna has on her Monday's Best Bright arms out stretched through the ebony vest Ebony vest Woah no Do the roaming clouds pass the test Is this sky that much rosier than the rest I may not ever know But, that is probably for the best For he best Woah no The sun has become a crescent moon The light will be out soon If only the clouds would leave for a moment I would ask to sleep under the stars again, my friend Again Again Woah no