The Moon Turns Over and Over

I’m gone out walking in moonlight
With yesterday’s dew in a flask
To count all the stars above me.
They’re the questions I’ve never asked.

The moon turns over and over,
It’s a coin I’ve tossed in the sky.
But it spins just like my head spins,
Can’t make heads nor tails of goodbye.

I’m here in the night, it’s empty.
The stars have a silence that grows
More silent as the night thickens
And I know what everyone knows:

The moon will fade into darkness.
Falling stars will never return.
I’ll kiss another remembering
Your mouth but nothing, nothing I’ve learned.

I’m gone out walking in moonlight
With yesterday’s dew in a flask
To count all the stars above me.
They’re the questions I’ve never asked.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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2 Responses to The Moon Turns Over and Over

  1. wigmoredonna says:

    Would someone please put this to music?

    Like

  2. Pingback: The Moon Turns Over and Over—As a Song | Mumbling Jack

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