Day Moon

you can know when she’s around
but you never bother to check
and prefer to stumble upon her by accident
without the surprise being wrecked

she’s funny and she’s clever,
she a rabbit, she’s a rock
always dark and always sunny
she’s a goddess, she’s a clock

you can never touch her skin
or have her hear your voice
or know what kind of wine she drinks
if she were given the choice

she’s graceful and she’s kind
sometimes rising, sometimes sunk
never petty, never perfect
she’s a beauty, she’s a punk