Under the moon beam streams
With my back against the front yard fence
Far beneath the celestial haze
Far below the patronizing gaze
I sip with wistful abandon
I drink to the misplaced days
Now a falsified shimmer, that propitious glimmer
That would take me to my time of happy
That time of Doctor Innocent and Mister Simple Intelligent
The day of smiles
The month of laughter
The year of good
Those crayon dappled chapters
Of whose life the pages were artfully torn out

You were Sir Little Cup of Tea, back when I was three
We sat there for decades and played pretend
Every night in the house we built for fun
The house where no one ever came in or ever came out
That house that brought me my happy
Where you gave me secure

I thought we would grow old in this house
Where nothing ever changed
Because I didn’t want to change
How I wanted you to stay, how I just wanted to say
But it was just too late

Now the house is not there, nobody is
And I sit and I stare, at the skyscape above
My back against the front yard fence
And Isavor the dregs that you left behind
Wishing for the smiles, the laughter, the good