I wonder what the moon feels on those cold and restless nights
When the stars go into hiding behind the clouded heights?
I wonder what he thinks about the scattered city lights
Are they enemies? Friends? Fears or delights?
And I kind of wish I could reach above and paint the moon a friend,
A yellow blob of brightness with edges rounded at the end.
And I kind of wish that someone would do the same for me,
Paint me a lighthearted soul to keep me company.
But for now, I’ll watch the moon shine, and shine and shine and shine,
I’ll wonder if I’ll ever have a love just as bright to declare mine.
And if the stars will beam at me the slightest tweak of a sign,
Then I think, like the moon, I’ll be more, more than fine.