The lady walks upon the moon,
She hums a calming, enchanted tune,
Her home, it becons to the sea.

She watches it come, watches it flee.
Dance glimmers when there is light,
And sleep when darkness, blankets the night.

Hidden truths, they must be told,
Yet heart break is always foretold.

The healing will happen, gradually.
The moon is beautiful, and always will be.