Mackenzie

Look at the moon, a Spring tide today, does everything pass so soon, the birds who have gone, seeking their lanes, sing as they go, my eyes are like pools, wouldn't it be great, to treasure something new, here in my bones, no one reigns, worries about living alone, someone not cruel, but poised sedate, who forgets about dues, how the wind blows, all emotion played, an emptiness done, my good parts are cool, clean as the slate, you'll come here too, we'll go dancing again.