burned in with the fire

watch the moon
shiver as he spoke
singing another tune
turned into a joke
covered with a cloud
he can barely see
shouting out loud
he says “they can’t hear me!”
saying what he means
or intended to say
what is it that seems
now drifting away
down to the last line
where earth meets the sky
behind a great pine
that fell down to cry
but he can’t find the strength
to fell the emotion
shattered at length
by the wind and the ocean
an island arrives
and under each step lies
uncertainty in the sand drives
him and extinction soon flies
into distortion’s view
obscured and unclear
something might be true
underneath what he’s got right here
so distant it might seems to be
don’t recognize
him under that fallen tree
his transparent disguise
unmasking with power
go where he must
admire the flower
feeding the trust
growing each day
surviving every night
what did he say
that put them in flight
understand this
no harm intended
innocent kiss
and friendship has bended
not breaking the tie
or disturbing the peace
destroy it and lie
and friendship will cease
growing instead
understand how we live
so many just fled
got so much to give
glimmer like that one
star shine like the moon
jumping some gun
saying too much too soon
smothering the flower
let up on the rain
water over powers
drown without pain
tales from the book
that no one might read
needed no look
he will follow no lead
the galaxy’s small compared
to the large mind in his head
not stopping, might stall then repaired
something to find before he is dead
so much to speak
the night light will expire
no longer weak
burned in with the fire. . .