The setting moon

A new moon, a full moon
A sign of hope
People don’t pay attention
But I look up

It’s not a spectacular sight
It’s not even about the mood of the night
It’s how it looks and
How old it is
How many people have had these words
Of the effect it has

When it becomes a half
When it makes a whole
It’s not how it is
It’s about the soul

It has it’s impulse to be red
My thoughts of the people, long dead
From the conflicts and the hatred
Of the setting moon
Down for the sun
Down for the mood

The setting moon on the ocean bed
It turns a colour of dark blue to red

The setting moon
Setting moon
Glimmer in my eyes
My family and friends
Passing dead.