#8

As I stand outside under the crisp fall air it fills me 

with a 

longing and regret for things

I don't know and people

I can't see;

the moon so large it casts a perfect

round shadow

(let your beautiful shadow engulf me)

More commonly I lie in my room,

the air so stuffy it suffocates me

with a longing and regret for things

I don't know and people 

I can't see;

the glow in the dark stars shining 

down 

(trace indigo across my face)

Shout at the sea with more of a beautiful ramble 

than anything else

and don't let the fisherman come home without a 

touch of potpori because everybody knows that

if you're not part of the problem,

maybe you're my solution.

Play a symphony in my love.