Perhaps Nevermore

I like to look at the moon.  I like the way it tastes.

I don't know, but I'm so captivated by light streaming through the windows in a dark, musty room.  And not in some sinister perspective.  It's whimsical and forgiving to me.

I used to position myself to see it come in with the blinds.  That was when I lived up there, though.  Now I live down and it takes a lot more than the moon to have light seep in here.