Our old moon once hung in orbit
Bare, though full, when there was nothing on it Long before we were adorners
Then in time
It covered our bright lights
And Easter islands
O how some do bloom
Some turn to ruins
Our old room
Corner apartment
Eventually hung heavy with the ornament
By the time we moved over
You wore my name
I wore your colors
O how some do bloom
Some turn to ruins
And wildlife
Why some come gleamy-eyed to the evening glow
I don’t know
And then bide
On flashing fish and the silver light
How it’s made to show
I don’t know
But in a new moon
In a vacant evening
Where there’s a quiet
Or an empty feeling
I know, as time goes
There’ll be lights on my home