Today I got called moonshine.
I took it to heart,  for a moment
until it dawned that no one is ever
warmed by the moon.
Moon's don't leave
a yellow glow  on your skin and  
none content with their lives can
hold its gaze for more then a
single moment.

I wish I could love what you said
but I have a feeling you like the night
just as much as I and with you still here,
I can't see the light.