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Illegal Eclipse


An eclipse they call it Reminds me of éclair and Elusive indeed, I long to see one Just to say I had, oh no! Not like all the scientist through Reflections on this green earth Nauseous I should think The darkness would be my, my Did you really think I liked the empty But to stand on the moon For just one excrutiating moment And see the pale black and white My own personal silent film As the sun passed round and Gave it’s all, all and only for me Surely my breath would be Sucked away into the void of space Legally I’d die from exposure Obviously, lack of composure with my dying breath I’d see moon’s pale death From shadows now set free Seeing her say “All my only the best of me.”
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