Bella Two

Look at the moon, a spring tide today, everything comes around too soon, the birds who have flown, seeking away, sing as they go, my eyes are like pools, wouldn't it be great, to find somewhere new, in a hurricane zone, where no one reigns, to oversee the loans, someone not cruel, but poised sedate, who forgets about dues, and where the wind blows, all emotion flayed, an emptiness gone, my good parts are cool, clear as acetate, will you come there too, high across the flames?