The Moon and I Silent heartbeat of the night, Quiet whispers of contrite, Hushed upon the breeze.
Somber feelings come and go, Bathed in sorrow head to toe, Moods sway like to trees.
Questing searches 'neith the moon, Lonely cries a lonely tune, Rhythmic beats the drum. Attitudes of mind and heart, Await the rain to come. But no touch quells the strains of fate, Or energy conserves. Fires burn for what instilled, Desires yearn to be fulfilled, Little asked but much deserves. Raised voice climbs caress the night, Melancholy pale moonlight, Alone watched from the earth.