Full Moon
And you ask, who's watching whom?
I say, it's you,
from here, where it so looms
and when it fades anew,
in a wake laid in shades of blue,
tear by tear,
no stake, and no clue.
Farther than near,
but when it sees you,
shy it must become,
but less true,
can you feel it some?
but you have trusted none,
before,
and I still say, it's you,
now from there, where it hid
the sun, in a lair, and,
you, from my tilt view.
I saw the shores,
of a silent, full moon,
and you're still hidden,
and I still run, from guilt,
back and fore.
And you ask, who's watching whom?
I say, it's you,
from here, where it so looms
and when it fades anew,
in a wake laid in shades of blue,
tear by tear,
no stake, and no clue.
Farther than near,
but when it sees you,
shy it must become,
but less true,
can you feel it some?
but you have trusted none,
before,
and I still say, it's you,
now from there, where it hid
the sun, in a lair, and,
you, from my tilt view.
I saw the shores,
of a silent, full moon,
and you're still hidden,
and I still run, from guilt,
back and fore.
