The crescent moon.
She returns the sunlight pale white at midnight,
And for what? It rhymes,
Rings in my far-flung eye.

& it's funny how it looks an evil smile,
Shining down upon question marks
Circumscribed by my drinking pupils!

Why do you return
Just this little slice of sunlight?
But, ah
I know...
It's because you're the moon
& the moon you must be,
Giving seas their rhythm,
so,
Giving me ideas.

And they slosh around their head
But mirror you, O moon
With little rings of sunlight
What's the use,
What's the use?