Clear 2

The moon follows me from New South Wales
To Queensland. Like always it's the same face.

Round like a child's and against a blue shock

   of wind.

There isn't a cloud to obscure it. It wants to tell me

Something of itself. It's single thing in life is love.

It wants to tell me not to be afraid, not too late.

It wants to tell me it's secret. Naively, I listen. 

The moon would catch up with me; everything I ignore.

I want to paint it black so it fits in 

With the night and might sometimes disappear.

But there it is in the day time, perfectly visible 

And terribly clear.