The ocean, just like all of us, swaying and sometimes on the bumpy side.
Knowing that we always find our way home, following the bright glow of the moonlit sky.
Watching the sun and the moon go by me and the sand touches the tips of my cold, salty water and the moon crying as it awakes.
The sun soaring off the beautiful face of the sky.
I see one glow shining brighter than the tiny stars.
The moon is as big and beautiful as can be.
The hard stream of the rain trickles, and as soon as I know it, the clouds are covering my moon.
I feel as stiff as the metal bars of a prison.
Trying to reach out, but the droplets pushing me down.
I’m not able to see the face of sky, with my moon disappearing into the grey clouds.
That moon was my heart, and that moon was as sweet as a tart.
I wash away in the seaside of the shore.
I hope my moon will come back.
Never lacking my moon forever more in the starry night with the little glimpses of the tiny stars around it.
I know I will see my luminescent moon again.