I chased the moon
in the morning air
one day past its fullA ghost of itself
transparent hung
against a too
cool blue skyI know her sadness
staying too late
gone is her ebon fieldHe slipped away
when I was gone
to pray, dissolved
in sun’s rising
I chased the moon
in the morning air
one day past its fullA ghost of itself
transparent hung
against a too
cool blue skyI know her sadness
staying too late
gone is her ebon fieldHe slipped away
when I was gone
to pray, dissolved
in sun’s rising
