Looking upward this morning
that lingering, scheming white moon
still hanging in the early sky
with the sun just up
competing for world dominion
in great, golden hues
There were other
celestial novelties
long ago, you know
sliced moons, just a hint of mischief
great, full romantic ones
viewed while driving
in a silver Monte Carlo
flirting with the idea of love
and the brewing of disaster
Looking into dark eyes
smoldering, melting, dissolving
that ultimate thrill
winding, unfaithful river
thunderstruck in confinement
driving by my house
in the dead of night
no headlights
it's way too late
heartache in every corner
of town
glaring daylight
fills an Algebra class
with a dark presence
uncomfortable reality
invariably an irrational variable
repetition of lessons lost
oh, the pains of wisdom
under that same moon
many moons ago...
