"I can never make out," said the Moon to the Sea

"Do I drown in you or do you swallow me?"

 

Quit trying to get me to sing to your tune

Might as well jump high and try to basket the Moon.

 

I looked at the Moon so far above

It spoke of dreams and wistful love

 

Wonder what she’s seeking, enquiring of stars in desperation

Lost Moon, in tears, across the sky, from a loved one separation?

 

“I’ve seen it all,” said the Moon, “The good, the bad and the sages;

molten lava turn to beautiful Earth; I’ve been around for ages”

 

Without the Sun’s generosity, there would be no gentle Moonlight

He listens to his heart as the horizon calls, and does what he feels is right

 

Sometimes I am red, and sometimes I am blue

Whatever else I am, I'm still a smaller version of you