Red moon, red moon,
Don't come so soon.
It's not an eager tomb,
It's just the darkest room.
At the window, looking in, looking in
There's a heart bleat, unsweet,
Bruised and beat.
d i s c r e e t
d e f e a t
At the window, looking in, looking in
Red dew on blades of glass within.
Silhouettes of mind and time
Beckon a Blood Moon.
Don't come so soon;
This isn't the only room.

I want to count every step,
Each star between planets.
Meticulously plot until I am soothed.
If I could see beyond this void
That echoes between you and I.
Would I still feel light years away?


Lyrics trend and fill our voices,
Alternating themes in our ears.
In those late nights, I feel closest,
When our spaces fill with heaves of breath
Escaped from hidden smiles.
Seen and unseen are the wavering emotions
Erratic like supernova pulses.


Yet here I find my consolation
As I graze the constellations
Preoccupied with the artistry of twinkling graces.
"You and I,"
Whatever it means, I dip my hand into this darkness.