When moon like an empty plate mocks the hunger the famished bones hunt for a morsel.
Clinks of cutlery fires the belly aroma of meals calls like a melody
there's a table full of happy faces chewing and chuckling and chattering picking eating dropping and littering their plates are full aha never less food after food over food always a fire in oven a bed of clean sheet never they're they're never short of heat eyes that are heavy droop easy soon behind tightly shut windows to the moon.
Snuffed out will ***** out all traces of light they break into wails rending the night nothing now moves over the dead town except the bones with moon as the crown.
Turquoise waves Entrap Sunlight that pirouettes Specks dance within Spin Waters sashay Sunlight still captive Within the folds Its all Aquamarine marigold
Some say Heaven is this In beauty In peace and bliss In tawny rays On a sea deep blue But how can it be My love When I know Heaven is you