Moon Tears

Tears are what I’m grateful for
They deal with pain
When the moon doesn’t shine
or the winter is too long

when trees shed their leaves too soon
and your young heart doesn’t beat
rain’s rhythm 
is my new religion

Guardsmen and highwaymen
road men and dissidents
no freethinkers rebel 
against the pain love caused 

now you walk in a different park 
wher…