The Moon that comes to my house at night
Looks like a long-lost chum to me.
One that lives but in my heart
Or in the sky, it seems to me.
It is the secret of my soul
I will not tell who she is.
Loveliest, sweetest, dearest most,
Darlingest friend as she is.
And now looking from up the sky
Right in my eyes it seems to me
And what my eyes say back to her,
She understands it seems to me.
O you that never would parted have
From me for a single night or day,
Have vanished to an invisible form,
So ever strange it seems to me!
And though I always find her in my heart
Whenever I need her near by me,
Yet I think she has come to the sky,
For she can't leave the love of me.
And we talk- both eyes in eyes
Painful looks there are in both;
The world that says we are parted, lies.
Nor knows what is to feel like us both.
Look! She can't leave the love of me
How do I know her soul's at peace?
It follows me and comes at night,
Then we meet in dreams and we are at ease.
Note: The moon is my grand mother