03.27.09

"I had late night conversations with the moon. 

He tells of the sun, and I tell him about you. 

'How did I spot tears in the rain?' I asked. 

'Why did I fall in love when it was just a game?'

 These things I can't explain, Mr. Moon. '

Happiness I can't seem to maintain,' I cried. 

She never told me of her pretty face. 

She never made reference to my mistakes. 

She could smile, but that didn't hide her pain. 

And she could laugh, but that didn't clear the shame. 

What shall I have to do to make her stay? 

What shall thou have to say to win her heart? 

Days are passing, Mr. Moon. 

Do you think we will ever be fine? 

I'm looking for signs, or could you turn back time? 

She turned my gray clouds blue! 

She used to hold me and never let go! 

I asked her to show me the way. 

Is that too easy? 

I asked her to forever be mine. 

I think that's cheesy? 

"Do you even have love to share?" she asked. 

"Lately you don't even hold my hand? 

I've been talking, do you even understand? 

"I need to know, because love shouldn't bring me so much pain," she cried. 

I'm stuck, Mr. Moon. 

I'd hold her close if it does any good and make her happy as much as I could. 

For I need her to go away with me and be my solitude."