The face of the moon, It’s haunted pallor, Convinces of mysteries That lurk between branches, Between sections of sky The trees hang leaves That blow in the cellar That opened too soon.
A hurricane’s eye.
A man lost at sea Sees the same moon As a group of people Camping in the woods And the group of people See the same moon As the man lost at sea.
And some people walk by.
The sheet of night Blinks between branches And clouds The moon sends a smile, With a reminder This is where we met When you last saw my face While driving for miles