Butterdrop Moon

I see you beneath the diamonds
poking holes in the summer night
a drop of butter from the midnight moon
splashing gentle in your eye

you wish you were tall like the sun
so you could stick your hand inside that moon
and taste its sweetness on your tongue
maybe make your heart a birthday balloon

but the scene plays crystal on the sleeping lake
though you wash it away with a stone
a door always closing on a lonely tear
a wind forever whispering, ‘you are alone’

and so you reach for that melting moon
trying to tear down the silken skies
and live inside those drops of butter
until the truth or the memories die

so you can swim in that sleeping lake
and see only days of future arise
and wish upon those distant diamonds
as if they’re staring into your eyes

enchanting you into a dream
floating freely in the shimmering skies
as you slip inside that butterdrop moon
and become its sympathetic eyes