White Willow Paper Moon
A paper moon on fire
Sheds ashes on the sea
It's closer now than yesterday
As close as it will never be
An hour left to dreaming
Of moments lost in time
And seconds of lucidity
I thought would not abandon me
I have a faded picture
Of joy in amber light
As instant burnt away too soon
Like visions of paper moon
Hold on paper moon
You came, and left too soon
