I wonder if the sun and the moon
go through this kind of torture
when they are together but always
so very, very alone. Is rain nothing
more than tears of the moon
trying so desperately not to disturb
that misunderstood, tormented darkness?

Are shooting stars just pirates
sailing away for good, so as not
to jeopardize that love they have?
If something is this beautiful
everyone will tell you it's not right
to disturb it, like a delicate rose
even gorgeous when it's long past dead.

Waves always wonder who their mystery
stalker is, but they never live long
enough to see that it's no one to be
afraid of, that the midnight angel just
wants the very best for them, night after
night, which is exactly why she raises
the bar between sea and sky higher with
every tide to come. Don't you understand?

I wonder if this is how the sun
and moon feel, they know they will
always have each other's love and
friendship but they won't ever get
the chance to quench their need to
end that struggle of wanting to
kiss and not being able to - like you
always used to say after getting me
to break my shell just a little more.

It's nice to know that we
are not alone, even in our

loneliness.