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