I long to see the pale moon glow at night,
And take her as my ever waning muse.
To long for her upon the dawning light,
Although her absence can truly confuse.
She is the one thing that I cannot lose,
Because my brain would painfully unwind,
Then leave the world and all its light behind.
My heart soars when I see her pale light shine
My yearning eyes so desperately stare
I know that every night she will be mine.
My body is at peace when I am there
Marveling in the splendid art we share.
The moon has taught me much of human love,
And how the gods of art work up above.