Timidly comes the lavender moon,
Who approaches singing a moaning tune,
Begrudgingly greeting a setting sun,
Are you there, pal?
“Yes, but the day is done.”
Darkness rushes into the valley,
Trouble stirs in the cold back alley,
The moon lets out a hazy bellow,
Are you there, pal?
“Yes, but aren’t you an odd fellow.”
The twilight hue turns black as night,
The moon ascends; he’s scared of heights,
Sick to his stomach, he might just lurch,
Are you there, pal?
“Yes, but I don’t fix hurt.”
Trees bear the burden of fresh dropped snow,
The birds and the critters have nowhere to go,
Dismayed by the thought of broken homes,
Are you there, pal?
“Yes, but I’m all alone.”
So many sights and people to see,
But he can’t stop thinking about his bum ‘ole knee,
The moon, desperately, into the void,
Are you there, pal?
“Yes, but I’m just a boy.”
Conversation just to pass the time,
The moon sums up a nursery rhyme,
The boy asks the moon a question, too,
Are you there, pal?
“Yes, but I’m kind of blue.”
Blue or green, he says, it’s all in your head,
You could just as well be yellow or red,
It’s nothing more than a mix of light,
Are you there, pal?
“Yes, but it’s been a long night.”
The boy walks out to the edge of the cliff,
Asks the moon, please, to give him a lift,
He reaches down with a wispy hand,
Are you there, pal?
“Yes, and I understand.”