Moon Feathers

People that you once met on the surface Of your eyes go to the moon never to return Sex that does not tenderly hurt you When you think of it Goes to the moon never to return Money you never had Goes to the moon never to return And the moon has a surplus of flamingo feathers Once in an age they fall to earth just for you Then something magical happens to your sadness It lifts itself up from its bed of dead roses Where it was trying hard not to be This confused crypto creature That could never understand why it was here And it becomes an erotic fan dancing Being of light It burns bright then Phut - it’s not there anymore Because it went back to the moon And you ask yourself But the reply is only a kindly silence Sent from the moon Then maybe you take a drink to hear it Maybe you hear your own delayed thoughts As they travel from that distant place Or maybe you recall again meeting strangers You once met on the surface of your eyes And they now confess that they always loved The way you drifted on by