Joy

Every night the sun goes down
And the moon comes up
You get one more chance to be good
There’s no romance in repetition
Every morning the moon goes down
And the sun comes up
It’s an honest tradition

Joy, like love and sleep, evades its pursuers
But it lets itself be found

The poem fails when it’s too far from the song
Song fails when it’s too far from a dance
There’s no repetition in romance

I won’t start drinking wine with you
You’re a naughty boy
I know, it’s a custom where you come from
To kiss anyone under the sun

But we have peace and quiet
Thanks be to God
But we have no shining eyes
That rise on command

Joy, like love and sleep, evades its pursuers
But it lets itself be found