The moon it crouches down to me
To see the things that I believe to be
The ground pulls me closer to its grit
To keep me solid, to stave off a fit
The blanket of stars in the darkness
Provide a surrogate for what’s amiss
The night that once left me bright
Now allows me to fall out of sight
The coarse wind that circles around
Offers an envelope for what is found
The time has come without a fight
Good night moon, sleep tight
