I saw the moon hanging in the sky tonight,
And I think it was my heart there.
No stars were shining to keep it company,
Only itself, big, white, untouched...
Untouched only by a real love,
But left cold and hidden by the clouds,
The many romances which gently called to it,
Called its light down in a soft glow.
But once that light was seen,
The caller shouted it back to the day,
Or simply ignored it.
My heart, this object floating -
Floating like a silver dollar, light enough
To be blown away with the wind -
It hangs there, waiting for someone to look,
Waiting for someone to fall in love
With the light.
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