The sunset in the Western skies,
Its gold and red and black display
Disappears and paves the way
For the pure white reflected light
Of the silent Moon,
Floating slowly across the spangled velvet screen
Of the universe.
The flame of its creation burned,
Remaining for posterity;
Dusty seas, serenity;
Another day, a lonely day
With no life to live.
Plods its lonely path into eternity
'Round Mother Earth...
So contrast to the searing Sun
The gentle shadows of the Moon,
Silent night, gone so soon,
Taken in a wilderness
Of morning sky;
Lost, but still remembered in the memory's eye
From whence it came.
The flame of its creation burned,
Remaining for posterity;
Dusty seas, serenity;
Another day, a lonely day
With no life to live.
Plods its lonely path into eternity
'Round Mother Earth...