• The moon is calling out your name
    The moon is looking for a game
    And if by chance you meet his needs
    A flower you’ll be in his garden of weeds

    The clouds conceal a darkness of light
    Water droplets dancing in flight
    And when the sky begins to weep
    My secrets you need no longer keep

    This nonsense spilling from my pen
    Paints the stars each night again
    And when the sun begins to rise
    It will be the ending of my demise

    Before the night comes to an end
    And my life above the world suspends
    I will leave you with these words so few:
    May your life be lived for morning dew