See the moon in the sky,
With all the stars around it.
My heart feels like its hanging,
High among the clouds.
It seeks out a morning,
The solemn time of light.
But then it seeks its longing,
Deep within the night.
Feeling like an endless dream,
The night seems to have found.
An endless feeling of belonging,
All with silent sounds.
The stars are its friends,
Laughing and dancing about.
Yet when the sun is rising,
They all seem to die out.
Where have the stars gone?
The moon still arisen.
Have they deserted their friend,
Or died out from the befallen?
Yet the moon still dreams on…
Soon the sun fades and dusk turns to fate.
The moon is still arisen, just in a different state.
The clouds dance around it,
Showing a star or too.
And then its all understood,
The clouds brought anew.
So when you feel the longing,
Deep inside your heart,
Look up to the moon,
Its friendship never afar.
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Beautiful and serene for your heart to feel 'like its hanging, / High among the clouds...'. Well crafted in an elegant way.