What more can I say about the moon?
Silvering light, carried 'cross the nighttime.

Waking up this Thursday morning blue.
Laid right in your breathline.
Born right at the right time.

We changed a lot of things around the house,
And kept some of what probably should have gone out as well.
But I chalk that up to never looking back,
and never locking the door latch,
and never painting the windows black.

And I see myself inside your evening dream,
Seven horses, a castle, a stone wall, and a beauty queen.
And the birds cascade down from the cloud parade,
The sun fights for a new way,
a sky knocking on the bedroom shade.