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New Moon

I followed you to the front yard
and we wrestled amongst
the rows of crosses

we drank away the night
just like we were kids
again

night came
and i dared it
to steal you away
from me
i called out to the waning moon
overhead
but it didn't call back

your fingers lost grip
and i watched
in awe
as you trailed away
across the lake

someday
we'll meet
again
someday we'll harness both our heads
and tie down our hands
someday
when the tide comes, and pulls you from me
i'll let it take you away
and go on with you