I look at the moonlight
A star pass by, I admire it with a slight sigh.
If I can only see you for tonight, I’ll  critique myself after you pass by.
I’ll call the moon and ask for your return.
It’s light years till your return.
I don’t have life for a light year, but to be sincere, my last words will be,
Even in my next life ill be sure to be here.