my eyes tried to tell you

my eyes tried to tell you golden and round the setting sun peeks over sloping mountaintops while cobalt shadows inch into the rust-brown crevices like a silent blanket smothering the light of day the moon will be full or so they say on the six o’clock weather report there is no sign of rain until the clouds reappear and the ring around the moon squeezes harder you wanted to see the rising moon after sunset and i laid both at your feet while watching your wide-eyed innocence as if the circus tent was filled with elephants it was the only show in town until i hugged you just before you cried and we talked all through the rising of the moon about old songs and dead poets i searched for words to comfort you but it was darker than the moon could illumine and my words were thin as tin foil though my eyes tried to tell you tolbert