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.