weeps

As I sit below the darkest light,

With the crescent shining so bright,

I hold its tear as it weeps

For it has always sat here, lonely.

So, every night, I go to the moon

To listen it’s melancholy.

And remind it how beautiful it is

In every phase, and strong enough

To shine even in the darkest light.

I promise to be its friend for years to come,

And in return, it’ll rock me in his lap

As I breathe my last breath!