a cold breeze swept through the empty streets,
stars flickered through the dark pigment of the night;
quiet whispers were heard from the neighboring trees,
the moon stood still and glistened with all its light.


tonight the moon looks rather awfully bright,
as if the weight of its problems is lifted away;
wearing a bright smile after a hard-fought fight,
and another sleepless night, it chose to stay.


with a closer inspection, you would start to see,
behind the moon's bright facade of light;
stars fell from the sky towards the sea,
you'd tell yourself; the moon cried that night.