Beautiful full moon you
Sometimes full with me
Then sometimes
Full moon behind a cloud
A dark cloud.
Most of moon gone away
Where?
Wish you would take me with you
when you are a beautiful full moon.
Gone away,
You leave me behind
No liquid gold flowing
From you
Filling me up
With golden smooth cream.
When or where, full moon,
Did you go?
I’m missing out
Of parts of you
Someone else is receiving
Your pouring liquid gold.
Will you run out
of liquid gold elsewhere
And come back to me
With a full pitcher of
Thick golden moon cream?
Brrr! Brrr! Brrr!
The black distance between us
Is chilling
So far away are you
shrouded in black
Am I.
With just ink, pen, and paper
to talk to.
Soon I will run out of paper
Just me and pen loaded
With ink—lots of ink.
Floating in black sea
Of moonless sky and water
Alone except for my pen
Loaded with ink.