TONITE
IN THE SIGHT
OF THE STRAWBERRY MOON
I WILL MAKE A
WISH AND
PROBABLY SWOON,
FOR HOURS OF HAPPINESS
FINALLY
HAVE COME,
MAYBE THE
GLOOMY
DAYS
ARE ALL DONE,
THE LAST
BREATH
OF SPRING
BECAME SUCH
A THING,
FULL OF GOLF
BALLS AND
LANDSLIDES
AND EMPTY
OLD SPACES
WITHOUT
ANY TRACES
OF FRIENDSHIP
AND LOVE,
IT ALL SEEMED
TO VANISH
INTO THIN AIR
LEAVING A
MANNISH
AND SALTY
DESPAIR,
MY EYES
BECAME SICK
ALONG WITH
THE TRICK
OF WAITING
AND MOPING
AND ALWAYS
JUST HOPING
TO GET BACK
MY SHOW,
OH, WHERE
DID IT GO,
THEY MOVED
AND THEY
STORED
AND FINALLY
JUST SNORED
AWAY FROM
THE GLOOM
THEY LEFT
IN THE ROOM,
NO CAMERAS
NO PEOPLE
NO CHURCHBELLS
NO STEEPLE,
MY HOUSE
CAME UP EMPTY
AND I WAS SO
TEMPTED
IN THE SIGHT
OF THE STRAWBERRY MOON
I WILL MAKE A
WISH AND
PROBABLY SWOON,
FOR HOURS OF HAPPINESS
FINALLY
HAVE COME,
MAYBE THE
GLOOMY
DAYS
ARE ALL DONE,
THE LAST
BREATH
OF SPRING
BECAME SUCH
A THING,
FULL OF GOLF
BALLS AND
LANDSLIDES
AND EMPTY
OLD SPACES
WITHOUT
ANY TRACES
OF FRIENDSHIP
AND LOVE,
IT ALL SEEMED
TO VANISH
INTO THIN AIR
LEAVING A
MANNISH
AND SALTY
DESPAIR,
MY EYES
BECAME SICK
ALONG WITH
THE TRICK
OF WAITING
AND MOPING
AND ALWAYS
JUST HOPING
TO GET BACK
MY SHOW,
OH, WHERE
DID IT GO,
THEY MOVED
AND THEY
STORED
AND FINALLY
JUST SNORED
AWAY FROM
THE GLOOM
THEY LEFT
IN THE ROOM,
NO CAMERAS
NO PEOPLE
NO CHURCHBELLS
NO STEEPLE,
MY HOUSE
CAME UP EMPTY
AND I WAS SO
TEMPTED
TO DITCH IT
FORGET IT
JUST DOWN
AND GRIT IT,
IT SEEMED LIKE
FOREVER
THE DAYS
AND THE NIGHTS
CREEPING AROUND
IN A DISMAL
OLD PLIGHT,
BUT FINALLY
NEWS
OF A SWEET
NEW EVENT
CHARTERED ME
HOME
FOR THE LOVE
AND THE SCENT
OF A FULL
STRAWBERRY MOON
THE ONE
WHERE YOU SWOON,
YOU DANCE
AND YOU WAIL
AND RISE FROM
THE FRAIL IMPOSSIBLE
WENCH
WHO SAT ON
THE BENCH,
LICKING HER
WOUNDS,
WHAT A TERRIBLE
JUNE,
BUT ONLY TO
END
WITH A NIGHT
OF PURE LOVE,
THE GODDESS
OF GOODNESS
HAS MAGICALLY
COME,
SHE FINALLY
LOVES ME
FOR GOOD
ONCE AGAIN,
IT’S THE
STRAWBERRY MOON
COME TO
TAKE ME…
BEGIN!
©JW WINSLOW 7/1/19