Faze

You have a halo, hazy like the moon's.

You're singing lyrics lazy like the loon's

Your guitar grunges, gathers up new tunes.

I see your halo, hazy like the moon's.

You think that you can hide here in the mist--

You think that there is nothing, none you've missed.

The moon illuminates the haze--the days

Of dreams have danced us to a darker daze.

This phase, this phrase--I'm in a moon-filled faze--

I want to raise my gaze within this maze--

I want to find new fashions, form my fist--

Or, no--caress and care and craft what's kissed.

You have a halo, hazy like the moon's

That drives and dissipates all dreary noons

Whose too-bright light foreshadows all the runes

That make your halo hazy like the moon's.