The Moon is a Spoon -

Sometimes I feel like I’m disappearing

Like a trickle of hope in this hemisphere I’m dwelling in so neatly square and

then I wonder just why it is that we should feel the sway again

Driving under the pale blue light

We felt so tiny on the highway

Oh, the moon is a spoon

Early morning so softly calling

Telling us to take it slowly

Silver sentinel to the faces

River gilted blanket flow

Oh the moon is a spoon

But what about you?