The Moon Tonight

[smokingboot]

Let your hair grow, said the moon,
with her crazy bald face,
let it roll like the clouds
And for sure she was pretty,
counting night geese on my fingers
She said, if you leave things be now
they'll be fine and easy.
You need a swing, the yard,
I'll bring you music.

The old tree creaked
like it agreed with everything.
Tonight it's all right
to be a kid, a spiral of stars
moving out from the centre
The moon said, I'm hungry.
Bring pizza. Hear that engine?
Come on now, come on now,
you're ready, we're running.