Do the specs of glitter twinkle in your eyes?

Do the radiant jewels pirouette in your sight?

Every night someone lifts their head to encounter darkness lay out his velvet tarp,

Divulging an illustration, embellished with marbles, marbles of celestial passion and love,

Is it more than a dazzling stage?

Are they frozen souls trapped in a dark prison?

Or, a flock of doves caught on fire in the heavens?

Maybe, the sky is just a tapestry showered with golden tears of lonely angels,

No matter what they are, they will always be there shimmering down on us ants,

Forever, they will hold secrets and etching tales of ancient age,

The moon, the sister of Earth, the Mother of night, emerges once her opposite dipps back behind the mountains and seas,

The moon, whom face hid behind shadows of the night, 

Now shows her full face of beauty,

The moon, singing sweeter than heavenly angel gospels, 

Sharing a symphony of light,

Her gentle glow bathes the world in an ethical shine,

And she breaths silver clouds of cotton casting shade when the sun boils over,

The moon, time to time, feels alone,

Time to time you can catch her platinum tears and cold breath,

All she wants is someone to love,

Someone to hold,

Someone to care,

Someone to share her glow with,

You might catch yourself one night reaching out into the sky, trying to hold the giant pearl,

She seems so close but, yeah so far.