Once in a while, the tides turn high,
And I go searching for you on the street.
On a heavy night with sky cold and dry
I ask with my creaking voice,"Has anybody seen her?"

The lonely winds carry the words far away
"The moon knows her place", the man said.
Clearing my cloudy eyes, I look up at the moon. Gray.
And I say to the man with a frown, 
"Not this time, you'd fool me into trouble."

The man laughed, 
removing his magic cloak, revealing himself.
I stood perplexed and startled, looking at myself.
- my inner evil bloke
the same one who lured me, and duped me to find an unreal whim.

With my eyes closed, I see her face,
long forgotten but now every present
not in the world, not the mind, but in love, love, and love.
and the man vanished,
into a flimsy fog.