[aVorbiss]: 642.Poetry.Moona La Luna

Moona, sweet, Luna,
You'll be buried soon.
As my rays rise,
You'll fade from the sky,
and our battles wake the flowers up.

The sun still grows brighter
As I hold my stars lighter.
I tell them it will be alright,
I say, "no worries, cause Moona's end comes today."

Moona, should have learned this sooner.
She who sheds bright tears,
She who makes this blanket beautiful.

Cause anytime we met,
one calls the retreat,
It's an ongoing process.

I've had it,
You son of a sun.
You've won.

Since when did this celestial struggle start?
We used to hold eachother
in eachother's, our, hearts.
But something has changed,
something's faded away.
Maybe it's the shorter days,
Maybe it's the subtle way...

But here and there,
Most everywhere,
we tend to blacken the sky.
And that's when I catch,
the love in your eyes...

But the lover's live the day, any way.
Where has passion gone?
It's been, oh, so long.