Must love wane in moods of moon light.
Coming now, only to go.
Full only few, and sometimes covered by cloud.
But when gone and new,
still I know you’re there.

In the tides.
In the dark space where I know you should be.
Why can every night not be lit?
Why leave me in the black.

I’m sorry.

Some nights were made for star gazing.
Wishing on things further out.
Looking right on past you.

Blind me then,
and block the morning sun.
Remain full, remain come the day.
Spell the end times in your red rays.

And forgive me.
I can’t help the months.
I can’t help the rain.

I can’t help but find you,
lingering on a windowsill.
Belonging to my bedroom,
more home to you than ever to me.