Moon, you have a shade of blue tonight – Is it something that you saw or heard? Only yesterday, your tone was proud and bright, Yellow silver, full, and so a**ured. Moon, despite the clarity of sky, Metaphors of cloud that fluff with grey Drift across your rounded face to spy; Feeding back, there's awfully much to say. Moon, you have a role to play up there – We below must bear the earthly pain. Duty bound, we shoulder sorrows fair – You are free from our grotesque disdain. Moon, we depend on you to shine When the sun retires down below. Add to that your grandest role divine: Tidal Lord, to keep the seas in tow! Moon, I hope you take to heart our plea – Needless is the reason for your blue. Beaming, you should give the night its glee: We're despairing – so we look to you.