With the moon in the clouds and the moon in the sea
The remaining night sky scatters stellar debris.
From sex to death little carries such bang.
Other life is bits of light or passing notes in songs we sang
While making love under life’s joyous moon.
But the songs go first when the time is up,
And the clouds roll in when the life winds down.
And a scattered star has its glow covered up too soon
When what we love is killing us
Our children atone for our sins
We scatter our ashes long before we die