Cellophane moonbeams play havoc with eyes
as the shadows eat daylight all gone;
step further inside, it's the truth we can't hide
place your baggage out front on the lawn.
A dry leather jacket with pockets sewn shut
we've all fallen short and have sinned;
memories turn billowy before they all fade
let's all honor their escort, the wind!
Teared laughter echoes, coercing the night
to "chill up" on the back of my neck;
No-one came with me, I'm beside myself
with too much to lose on this trek.
Don't be surprised should a fragrance waft in
and confuse both your heart, and your mind;
just be who you are, and be mindful of self
you're the leading authority we could find.
Tempt me not, early vagabond; I'll choose not your gold
mourn in private, but it makes little sense;
time is too short so, don't whittle her down
and be careful, if riding the fence!
Softly off in far distance, the moon is allowed
to show each of night's stars flying, high;
before the dew's watered, the shadows run free
their most difficult chore's....but, to sigh.