The moon told me stories,
and I left to find them.

I won't come back.
Moonlight has brought me far
and I've lost too much to turn around.

Yet, even the moon says I'm not
good enough to find its treasured stories.

Not earth not sky saw me
the way I dreamed they would.

the way I dreamed I could be seen.
O what a dream.
And it was but that. A dream.