Two Paper Moons

Two paper moons hanging
On the night ceiling
One we know, and one we don’t
Gray and green
You can tell the small one flickers
Sometimes
To be seen, or unseen
As it please
Holy wine ache
We drank a whole lake
But something quiet
Sometimes
Is left behind
Two happy loons dancing
By the bank, swooning
For the stream, for the show
Deep blue, and mellow
You can be
Or envy
´Till it fades away
One passing crow
Getting you to get down real low
By the edge of the end
No use in running
To pretend is not the same as existing