The moon’s longing…

The time’s not stopping, the life’s moving on.
Oh dear, deary moon—
Who will dry your tears when they fall apart?
Would stars be there, holding your hand to ease the ache?

Oh, stars are so pretty, they make the moon’s heart break.
Daring it is to see stars falling, while the sky still carries their weight.
Would the sea’s waves carry away the pain from the moon’s heart?
Does the sunset die a little every time the moon begins to rise?

The stars—dead for thousands of years—still shine.
And the moon waits, every thousand years,
Hoping for one star to return, whole again.
The stars cry diamonds; the moon leans gently close
And whispers, “Goodbye.”

The stars will always return—
Even if only in another life.