The Moon

Every one is a moon, and has a dark side,

Shoot for the moon; you might get there,

Show me the glint of light on broken glass.

Don’t tell me the sky’s the limit when there are footprints on the moon,

Don’t tell me the moon is shining,

Don’t worry if you’re making waves just by being yourself,

The moon does it all the time.

Tape the sound of the moon fading at dawn,

Give it to your mother to listen to when she’s in sorrow,

Full moon is a good fisherman;

Every eyes are easily caught in his net.

The moon will guide you through the night with her brightness,

but she will always dwell in the darkness, in order to be seen.

For when I look at the moon I do not see a hostile, empty world,

I see the radiant body where man has taken his first steps into a frontier that will never end,

I like to think that the moon is there even if I am not looking at it.

Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars,

The moon can never breathe,

but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

Cheap little rhymes,

A cheap little tune,

Are sometimes as dangerous,

As a sliver of the moon,

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!

It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.

Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars,

You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars,

We ran as if to meet the moon,

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to,

The moon is the reflection of your heart and moonlight is the twinkle of your love,

Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.