The night sky fills with darkness and stars
The moon does rise with hands on hearts scars
Mourning and Morning, so filled with pain,
love in her heart she cannot contain.
Watching the girl, guiding her tides
She waits for the moment her love will arise
For each night she waits, tears in her eyes
to die once again, leaving the skies
She leaves the earth in the hands of the man
whose love she desires but she never can
hold hands with the Sun, whose light is her sheathe
for he dies each night to let his love breathe.
To love like the moon is to love without cease,
Unconditionally with little peace.