Tonight the Moon has a Halo

Maybe she's an angel--

the angel of the west.

High and bright at this hour

as she sets before my eyes,

she'll be here only a few more hours.

I count the minutes in Mississippi's--

maybe if I stopped counting she'd halt her descent and stay here forever. 

From her perch she's seen the true nature of life

for she looks over us ghouls who go bump in the night.

She's watched me do things I wouldn't tell my mother.

She's watched me dance with utter abandon.

She's watched me swing in empty parks.

She's watched me moan and scream.

She's watched me watching her while I count the stars on my fingers and toes.

There are secrets of mine that only she knows.

Perhaps she'll know more by morning...

But from that morning, until the sun relinquishes the sky, 

I'll wait for her, my angel, my guardian, my guide, my light.