The moon

Big fireball of gloom
Covering the depths of water below
We all stare at this blazing moon
We wonder what it knows

Brightened blower of ocean tides
Harvest each thought of our kind
Wondering what it is that you hide
Although starting to long makes you blind

Ball of light in sifted darkness
Smiling at the foolishness of us
Blindly amazed by your armory largeness
Not aloud to speak or discuss

Heavenly holder of surfers forgotten
Cry a tear for warped minds in disguise
Bones lie beneath, frosted and rotten
The moon is the keeper of our lies