Saturday, 4 February 2017

The Fullest Moon

Maybe I am a fool

And maybe you are not

All the times that we danced

Disappear into nothing

As the silent sun goes down.


Maybe I am a man

Who sees the sun for something

Bringing up flowers, then we

Turned to skeletons

As the violent night drew long.


Maybe I saw the moon

All the times that we danced

Changing into nothing

And wolves devour the sun

Then the fullest moon shines on.


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