The moon shines bright
In the dark of the night
Beckoning it’s beholders to dream
Of lovely days in purple haze
Sitting and wondering
What is it that life’s worth?
“Look at my craters”, says Mr. Moon
They run wide and deep
And so shall you be filled with them
And the rewards of life you shall reap.
Oh tell me, Moon-y
What is it like, to shine in the light of another?
“you let them shine”, says he to me
Till you find your own kind of lover.