dark and a little bit stormy
moon. a little bit perfectly
cozy with you.

practice, rehearsal and curtain calls
moon. don’t wanna miss
the first act of you.

squeezin into a very tight space
moon. so come as you are…
we’ll make more room.

do what you do
moon. don’t what you don’t—
we’re gonna watch you
no matter what.

heart grew so full it broke
moon. and melted
on the floor

trickled through
the hardwood cracks and
dripped on guests
below

found its way to
hidden things,
sipped a bit of
tea

caught the twinkle of
a star and just a hint
of free

kissed the face of
dreams come true
sleeping by the stair

played a bit with
kitty cat and
wandered out
the door.

thank you
moon.

for being you.

there were questions before you arrived
moon. after you leave there might be
a few too.

one thing we’ve learned
in this time
moon. one thing seems sure
in the blur:

we can fill a heart.
with a song.
or two.
mend a hurt
with time.

skip to my Lou
when there’s ice.
on the pond–

ponder a bit
about you.

says he’s a man of the people
moon. we’re hopin his people come
pick him up soon.

gonna line all the fire trucks up
moon. extend all the ladders
and climb to you.

open, not open, re-opening
moon. we’d go to great lengths
to patronize you.

you’re easy on the eyes
moon. handy with your hands.
stop the clock
we’ll pick you up—

if you haven’t other plans.

remind us to remember
moon. be kind when we forget.
remind us when we have no time—
that time is all

we’ve left.

caught us a bit of a preview
moon. from the looks of the looks…
book your tickets.

soon.

dreamin of you in a dream
moon. singin of you
in a song.

thinkin of you cuz you’re here.
when you’re here. knowin
you’ll soon be
gone.

when are you comin out
moon? when will you
be down?

made up and dressed
in Sunday’s best, ready
to paint the town?

remember to bring a Rubik’s
cube. and change for the matinee.

the sun said you missed us—
we miss you more…
we’ve only got
today.

curiously strong
moon. for half your size.
you can see why it’s hard
to believe our eyes.

just us and a stage at one
moon. just us and the bouncers at
two.

just us and a train and a
whisper of rain and the best of the
servers at three.

four, five, six,
seven. could be stairways
to heaven…

if you
can find
the key.

some folks got a knack for questions
moon. seems like the answers are
harder to chew.

just pretend we don’t know and
we never met, moon.
then nobody has to
forget about you.