We slept in a tent,
We made a camp,
We made our beds
But I slept out to watch the last moon I would ever see

I tranquiled myself by dreaming
I was dreaming of what it would be like to be in heaven
I was glazing at the stars around the moon

I cough out grief and dream of trains that
Ride rails in the dust, treading on
Steel and earthen crust.
Just let me drive on
Without doubt or drought.

Maybe the stars symbolize something
Maybe it’s kings from before me
Maybe it was saints
But what ever it was it was great

Great signs to find some depth
Great Inert spirits to please proclaim time

I opened my eyes
For the moon was bright
Looking lonely
As the only big star in the sky

I grabed my pillow
I grabed my blanket
I said good night to the lonely moon
And went in the tent

 
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