Weird Paper

Two paper moons hanging

On the night ceiling

One we know, and one we don't

Gray and green

You can tell the small one flickers

Sometimes

To be seen, or unseen

As it please

Holy wine ache

We drank a whole lake

But something quiet

Sometimes

Is left behind

Two happy loons dancing

By the bank, swooning

For the stream, for the show

Deep blue, and mellow

You can be

Or envy

'TiII it fades away

Holy wine ache

We drank a whole lake

But something quiet

Sometimes

Is left behind

One passing crow

Getting you to get down real low

By the edge of the end

No use in running

To pretend is not the same as existing

Holy wine ache

We drank a whole lake

But something quiet

Sometimes

Is left behind