Some moons leave their skies forever
Skies that merely pride in their being
But don't care two hoots for the yearning moon
They shroud the skies, in a blanket of gloom,
A blanket of darkness, to the sky hitherto unknown
For the moon didn't just stay, but also brightened
And the skies gasp, for they can't see themselves
They weep, yearn, and at last reconcile
That the sun alone shall reveal all, lo! for a price too high
For not only will he show in hues of red, orange and cyan,
But also scorch and scythe all day, the ruthless ball of fire,
And the skies groan and grind, their mood dire
And when he finally disappears behind the mountains
The skies lament and send a message
As howling winds that can be heard far and near
Oh! moon, return to soothe and anoint, the sun does not,
But lo! the moon doesn't, for she knows not the wailing voice,
As that of her sky, one she knew not as forlorn, but merely conceited.
Skies that merely pride in their being
But don't care two hoots for the yearning moon
They shroud the skies, in a blanket of gloom,
A blanket of darkness, to the sky hitherto unknown
For the moon didn't just stay, but also brightened
And the skies gasp, for they can't see themselves
They weep, yearn, and at last reconcile
That the sun alone shall reveal all, lo! for a price too high
For not only will he show in hues of red, orange and cyan,
But also scorch and scythe all day, the ruthless ball of fire,
And the skies groan and grind, their mood dire
And when he finally disappears behind the mountains
The skies lament and send a message
As howling winds that can be heard far and near
Oh! moon, return to soothe and anoint, the sun does not,
But lo! the moon doesn't, for she knows not the wailing voice,
As that of her sky, one she knew not as forlorn, but merely conceited.
