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...