the moon is quite deceiving

the moon is quite deceiving
way up high in the sky
sometimes it plays a little trick
that bright mischievous eye
it slowly starts a-blinking
and just as slowly turns
its mournful gaze again to us
each time, so someone learns

how is the moon deceiving?
sometimes i'm not quite sure
but that bright light from so above
turns some men into cur
and some to shaking pansy's
and others to worse fates
yet there is yet good in its power
not all is left to hate

for moon brings too a love song
that falls from sky like snow
and coats all in its blessing
its so hard to say no

ode to a broken heart

i see a heart there, fallen, broken, bleeding

to whom do you belong, dear lonely heart?

tell me, who did this foul thing, impeding

love and happiness, tore you apart?

speak now the name, and i with all my might

shall seek to bring for you some recompense.

open your silent mouth and scream the spite

of he who stoops to such a low offense.

but one moment; if the name you hate

bears likeness to mine own, then hold your tongue.

for surely my pure heart is clean as slate

no such blemish in me could be hung.

if you should ask me, “sir, why should i think

that you might be the one that i despise?”

i have no answer, and i will only shrink

away from you, who saw right through my lies.

if you will speak but lies into my ears

then i shall help you, and also myself.

i will be able to hide from my fears

and keep them well away on my heart’s shelf