• every night a white snow moon
    stars of reds, greens, and blue at noon

    sun of yellow is high
    Luna is an eclipse of a great sigh

    the earth is so green
    holding every human bean

    every so often
    the sky becomes to soften

    the silver grey of the line
    having the whole world in a twine

    becoming a bright bold blue
    making every told lie true

    soon after the scene fades away
    the cycle has been pay

    to take another time
    to be the perfect crime