words surrounding the fourth, a sly dart in the dark
the way the moon grazed and how everything seems to fade
our worlds are apart and yours is rather far
the first was our last, the first joke was just glass
we were aligned, our moons were one of a kind
they moved with ease, but left suddenly
the fineness of a libra, the spontaneity of an aquarius
thoughts in the air and spirits among our day
we had ways like the sky had its days
lost in daze and the craze of a notion of love
yet emotions were strung and hung high in trees
where trolls roamed and played in holes
a lost boy looking for a whiskey love
his “afraid of” and words that seemed to fog his mind
but two of us can’t form one and one of us was always done
although i never held the gun and seemingly was always the pun
i had fun, i held love, i touched the one and someone that seemed to be sent from above