I met Mr Moon at half-past four
While out on my little walk
He said “Hello, how do you do
would you stop to talk?”I asked him how it came to be
that he was up early for tea
“How on earth could i refuse?” said he
Brother Sun so warmly invited me.~b. nov 2003
written while waiting for the train at Slough because apparently I asked whether the moon and sun meet. isnt innocence just lovely?
I met thee at half-past life,
While on my little journey through.
You said “Hello, how’d You do,
my pleasure to be knowing you.”
I asked how might it come to be
that I find you while half-life through.
You never answered yes or no:
“Fate just happens, just like you.”