Bright and full, watching
unblinking eye in the night,
like a silent, watchful lover,
who asks for nothing in return
and returns each evening when the sun sets.
And when the moon falls asleep
what is it that he dreams of?
And who watches over him as he slumbers?
How I wish to be as steadfast as the moon,
to be as unflinching in my desire
and to have someone to watch over;
shining brightly in the darkness,
even if it is just a reflection of a brighter star
and never wanting gratitude
and to know when to bow out
when the darkness exits
as the Earth turns.