Fondness makes the heart grow distant

Empty beds will invite heavy hearts

You're something like the moon
A celestial body swirling in space
A romanced loner marked with dunes
Forever enshadowed in the others face
Man came, saw, and conquered you
Your valleys and hills topped in rags
Earth's oceans have never looked so blue
But at least you're in the company of their flags

Serenades of silence sing us to sleep
Mother and martyr to our minds
Before you run the risk of going too deep
Make sure your voice is the one you find
Don't take the plunge all at once
You're not under contract, there's no dotted line
Those who find symphony are the lucky ones
Amid mental discord, yet remaining benign

We've managed to connect stars into constellations
Reminders always above our heads
Of those six feet beneath our own
So the next time you look up at the stars
Know that they look back at you
And make constellations of us too

She was full of barbs and questions -
But maybe I repeat myself -
With the weight of the world bearing down
On shoulders made only for a wedding gown
She carried the world while she was awake
So that is why she always chose to sleep
And when sleep at night takes her
I praise her. I praise the dreamer -
But maybe I repeat myself.