Winter Moon

Beyond repair one dismal morning
Redemption waiting in the afternoon
Grey and chill though at the dawning
I am the lonesome winter moon
Though the day goes by so quickly
I am a ruin like the bishop’s tower
Fielding questions from the sun
Rise and shine, late grows the hour
I make the shadows on your shelf
I bathe the earth from the night sky
I get my powers from someone else
I’m just another middle guy