It’s cold and quiet here, sitting on the moon. Watching as the world spins by, making its rounds. Even with the stars shining, there’s still a sense of gloom. The beat of my heart and inflection of my thoughts are the only sounds.
Where are you, sitting on the moon? Alone, I feel as I rest here, I’m afraid it’s true. As I lie on the moon, cold and alone, I've begun to feel attune. Though I’m afraid feeling alone would not change if I were with you.
A strange place to be, sitting on the moon. You can rest with me if you’d like, this isn't beguile. Though I am afraid we would not be able to commune, I would not mind if you came by the moon and stayed awhile.
It’s cold and quiet here, sitting on the moon. I've never felt more content than I do on this grey mound. I would not mind a silent visit, even if you just passed through. And as I took my final breath, I couldn't help but smile, Sitting on the moon.