I think the Moon knows I'm watching Her Because sometimes, She leaves me presents It may sound silly But I've got a jar full of Her secrets That I keep in a lockbox under my bed The pass code; Luna So I'll praise Her title Each time I uncover The hidden gifts She's given to me
Purified droplets of moonlight.
The size of a jewel The weight of a diamond The glow of an angel The shine of a star
The Moon probably knows I'm watching Her Because sometimes, I find a drop In the bud of a flower Sometimes, in the pit of a well Sometimes, in the cave of an animal Sometimes, in the crack of a rock Sometimes, in the hollow of a tree Sometimes, in the current of a stream And on the rarest of occasions I'll find Her lodged between the pages Of my notebook
I've collected a dreams worth of gems now So whenever I find myself, Lost. - Swallowed by the void - I'll have enough moonlight in my jar To ignite the darkest of days And the presence of Her presents Will go unnoticed by no shadow Or creature of the night.
Luna knows I'm watching Her.
I'll continue to gaze from below And let no stone go unturned So when the Moon drips again I'll be there to catch Her Another crystallized droplet of a blessing To tuck away In the box under my bed.