Sometimes there is no moon.
Sometimes the sky is completely black.
Sometimes it is filled with beauty,
Sparkling and shining, filled with hope.

But tonight was different.
Tonight I looked at the night sky,
And found myself.
I saw the moon,
Bright and full in the darkness.
But this night was different.
This night it rose and found,
That no one rose with it.
All the stars, abandoned.
Not one was left.

I looked up in the night sky,
And the moon looked back,
With solemn shine.
And we were the only two.
All others had gone,
Gone without mention.
We were alone.
But we were alone together.
I looked up,
And found myself.