For the dreaming poets who don’t ever write
You’re a silver beacon shining in the night,
Welcoming the heavy sighs of those in pain,
Giving them a dream to live and love again.
Moon, oh please now listen from the sky to me.
Moon, you know,
You have seen the times when Adam was a youth,
You can lead along the narrow path of truth,
Shed some light inside the beating heart of mine,
That’s a heart of a man who doesn’t know, don’t know
That love can fight
Pain with its everlasting light
Like a fire it
Burns our suffering souls at times.
Moon you know
You light up the sky and its immensity
And you often show us only half your light,
Being in the half-dark we create at night
Angels made of clay that cannot ever fly,
Souls of paper that in fire always die,