An irrelevant man gazes up at the sky

His eyes are searching for his lady of the moon

She's peacefully sitting, so out of reach and up high

He was grateful for her her presence, a blessing to his eye

The man listens closely as the lady sings a tune

Enamored and lovesick, he watched with ease

Her song so sweet, she sang directly to his heart

He swooned and smiled, as languid as the breeze

So devoted to his lady, anything to appease

He’d take, and he’d give, so they'd never be apart

The lady floated farther, the moon grew dim

Where was she going? Why wouldn't she stay?

She can't leave him!

His soul grew dark, angry and grimm

The man felt his heart crumble, and wither away

Through his piercing pain, he watched her go

He called out to her, with a cry and scream

His breathing stuttered and his heart beat slow

The man agonized for her, body falling limp and low

But she would not respond, for she was only a dream