Paper Moon Poem by Mark Heathcote

If it's night, my Paper Moon
There are just enough lit candles
Keeping it from; getting too dark
Ooh, just enough warmth my love.

To keep it from; getting midnight cold.
Oh, just enough residue of warmth
To fool the world and his wife
To be no more than heartbeats apart.

Ooh, just enough warm my love.
Even if it's night, my Paper Moon
For forgiveness to lighten up the stars-
Mend the broken standpipe between our hearts.

Divert what little trust we have left
Like a whale song finding each other
In a vast open ocean in the ebony dark.
I'll still harbour to every beat of your heart.

Even if it's night, my Paper Moon
There are just enough lit candles
Keeping it from; getting too dark
Ooh, just enough warmth my love
To count our lucky, stars.