Mooning

No one sees me;

I’d rather be the moon.

He’s full of pocks and craters.

I’d rather be the moon



Even lovers wanting to be

Gazing at the moon

Find blind comfort with their cheaters

Underneath the moon.



But such a game of that is not for me;

I’d rather be the moon.

Though cold and dark, and half a life;

I’d rather be the moon.



For honest love is bathed in its light.

I’d rather be the moon.

And though so elusive and oft out of site;

I’d rather be the moon.



For lovers love and conjure dreams

While gazing at the moon.

I’ll show love, but remain without;

I’d rather be the moon.

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