No Moon
I sit there gazing into the sky,
There is no fright in my eyes.
The wind begins to blow and
The leaves start to fly. The moon
Is gone, it will be born again tomorrow
Night. The wind begins to shake the trees
And as I get up to leave, I see a shooting star
Fly past the trees. I make a wish and then I
Look into the sky, so beautiful as I gaze into the
Moonless sky and I begin to run into the moonless night.