The moon said it couldn’t write anymore

So humanity lifted it’s palms to say

These lines etched on my very hands

Are skin illuminated in your light

And basked in the shine you place

On others before you

Mr Miss Moon

Don’t leave too soon

Because the sea will monsoon

The sun will consume

Itself before despair sets in

On the lonley sailors swoon

Mr Miss Moon

Don’t stop rising at night

Because who can bear to raise a fist

Without your faint reminder of a fight