Hear I watch the yellow sun kiss the horizon
And their the orange moon rises above the gray fog
Where lovers pas on with love stained faces
And which the ebbing memories take their places
I listen to the rushing air beneath my ears
And taste the salty mist that the devil fears
For it is gods bliss that salts the water.
Sets the sun and grows the fruits nectar sweet
But I must go alone
For I have found my haven
And I must go beyond where the pear ends
Note: Have you ever seen an orange moon? Pleas leave a comment.