the boy who took the moon to moony walks

The boy who took the moon to moony walks
Each moon is new and brighter as has always been
all hide and seeks which he and nights have always seen
the boy who took the moon to moony walks
moved not his sights and tumbled balky rocks
a king of marbles or a queen among all twinkling maids
a witch of dreams dreadful in her dancing trades
a drop of nectar eloping in the vasts of oceans mad
in what else were not those stony moons were clad
all hides and seek which we have always seen
the boy with moons of ages has turned a little mean
moves not his sights wrapped in greedy sighs
walks swayed wider, asks to hold down raising cries
each moon is new and brighter as has always been
the boy still keen to follow it as he has always been.

My God Would Have Kept My Side

Had my heart belonged to me alone
Shadowing the darkness like the moon
In nights of rainy days and clouds
Would have kept it on my eyes
Or having held it tender in my lips
My God would have kept my side
Had my heart belonged to me alone
Like the sun when shows in magical colors
In rainbows of rainy days and clouds
Having wrapped myself with all of them
Would have been a fancy for the life
My God would have kept my side
Had my heart belonged to me alone
A drop of moon would have rained to seas
Like the likes of dark clouds that do
That drop would have fallen in my arms
Would have had all the charms of the moon
Had my heart belonged to me alone
My God would have kept my side.