Shield your eyes from the dark side
of the moon, an eclipse of the mind
as her heart turns away,
past the concrete and through
the clay, wake up another fine day.
She holds her hands high
to brush the sun, a sweet release
for the bullet in his gun,
flowers float around mercury
as the petals slowly die
and drift off into her glassy eyes.
To live and to laugh, to die
and to weep, dreams fill her sleep
with the confusion of end's light.
3 days ago