I Play The Moon

I play the moon 
An illusion which 
Seems to elude thee 
You know, since, I play the ocean 
And you’ve only a stream 
You play the sun 
Now reflect upon me 
Singe me with Burnt August light 
I decree 

I play the earth 
Where all flowers bloom for thee 
You could choose any rose 
Yet I’m glad it’s by me 
Now a ground in repose 
Frigid, the weeds 
The world silently froze 
Burnt August, 
I command you, too, freeze 

I’ve been around awhile 
On a colored road I flow 
Do you think in my shade? 
How much do you think you know? 

Though I may occupy 
A soul, a body, a mind 
If not for the sun 
Well the moon, it cannot shine 

I play the birds 
I walk with them 
’Til dawn 
In the morning they float 
Off the chill of my clasp 
To the warmth of your coat 
Where light seems to last 
There seems no need for the moon 
Should the sun not pass 

I taste the colors of feelings 
So the grayness of grieving 
Always lays upon my tongue 

I’ve no sensation of living 
All feelings misgiven 
As phantoms yet to come