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.