july fountain from the night

i went out to look at the moon

it had a secret to tell me.

but i couldn't understand,

it was so bright.

not even true though, not even right

because everyone knows the moon doesn't have it's own

only reflects

and this confused me.  i could see it

i sought it out to hear

but i wasn't really there.  i was trying to tell myself a secret.

that was a lie, but i found my way back around to the truth

it was a short trip to the moon

but i understand the way it pushes back at me sometimes

the words i throw are just filled with empty

and the moon knows better.

i went out to look at the moon.

and it saw me.