Clouds For Curtains
I took out my old worn paintbrush
and I pressed it to the ground
I lost my moonlight, lost it all;
I lost the hope I'd finally found
My moon had shown me where to step,
where to look, and how to love
My moon; an Angel, never left
but all that love was not enough
The moon had found me everywhere,
in a six foot separation
It shun through those who held us back
and found me, then, in desperation
My moon would guide me everywhere
and show me how to proudly walk
My moon would whisper in my ear
and show me love, with light, through talk
I love my moon, and always will
I've never been more certain
I hope my moon is shining, still,
but I can't see through their clouds for curtains
So I pull my brush, another stroke,
and try to paint my moonlight
But deep down I know it can't be done;
For me it's always but a dark night
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