Cocoon

Harvest moon
does come soon.
Beneath the stars
in our cocoon.

We sit all night
and never fight.
Beneath the orange
and the right.

We cannot stir
for this I'm sure.
Or hear the wind
and God's whisper.

If we hatch
we light the match.
To our own death
this grassy patch.

Beyond the stars
cant fly that far.
While so stuck
and Earth is tar.