Bella Three

Look at the moon, a Spring tide today, everything comes around too soon, the birds who have gone, seeking away, sing as they go, my eyes are like pools, wouldn't it be great, to discover something new, here in the zones, no one deigns, to worry about loans, someone not cruel, but poised sedate, who forgets about dues, or where the wind blows, all emotion stayed, an emptiness done, my good parts are cool, clear as acetate, will you come here too, your heart aflame?