the sun and the moon
daniel broke the king’s decree,
peter stepped from the ship to the sea
there was hope for job like a cut down tree,
i hope that there’s such hope for me
dust be on my mind’s conceptions
and anything i thought i knew
each word of my lips’ description,
and on all that i compare to you
the preference of the sun was
to the south side of the farm
i planted to the north in a terra-cotta pot
blind as i’d become, i used to wonder where you are-
these days i can’t find where you’re not!
mine’s been a yard carefully surgace level tended
foxes burrowed underground
my gardening so highly self-recommended,
what could i have done but let you down?
the sun and the moon,
i want to see both worlds as one!
mine’s been a vivid story, dimly remembered
and by the hundredth time it’s told, halfway true
of bad behavior well engendered
what good is each good thing we think we do?
find a friend and stay close and with a melting heart
tell them whatever you’re most ashamed of-
our parents have made so many mistakes,
but may we forgive them and forgive ourselves
the sun and the moon are my father’s eyes