(no subject)
Why is it that we lie on our backs
and stare at the moon and wish
for all the beautiful tomorrows
to come true, then turn to each other
in the quietness and give all
that we know of beauty and passion
and beat out beautiful music together
we seem not to hear, consumed as we are
by our own small deaths, then turn to each
other again and talk of tomorrow
and the wonders we’ll perform
when we have just performed
the most wondrous of all in
the jealous moonlight.
and stare at the moon and wish
for all the beautiful tomorrows
to come true, then turn to each other
in the quietness and give all
that we know of beauty and passion
and beat out beautiful music together
we seem not to hear, consumed as we are
by our own small deaths, then turn to each
other again and talk of tomorrow
and the wonders we’ll perform
when we have just performed
the most wondrous of all in
the jealous moonlight.