dark eyes glowing bright in the night's haze,
scared and defiant
of the rules of the world.
dark eyes that look straight into yours
and promise never to love again.
the truth is, my love,
you can escape the man in the mirror;
but can you really run
from the man you cannot be?
and in the morning
when the sun is where it should be
and the moon has been banished
to the forest of the stars,
you shall wake up a new man
and forget
the promises made in the dark of the night
which vanish like wisps of smoke at dawn.
and i shall wake up
and laugh.
after all,
has anyone ever heard of the moon
making promises
to the sun?
scared and defiant
of the rules of the world.
dark eyes that look straight into yours
and promise never to love again.
the truth is, my love,
you can escape the man in the mirror;
but can you really run
from the man you cannot be?
and in the morning
when the sun is where it should be
and the moon has been banished
to the forest of the stars,
you shall wake up a new man
and forget
the promises made in the dark of the night
which vanish like wisps of smoke at dawn.
and i shall wake up
and laugh.
after all,
has anyone ever heard of the moon
making promises
to the sun?