The moon offers light, Guiding those not born to dark, Giving safe passage.
Strange is the moonshine, More alien than the sun, But kinder in part.
Soft rain falls to earth, Causing craters and ravines, In the atomic.
Forgotten kisses, Smudge on the mirrors of time, Softening sharp lines. --- No one sees the marks, Only hints of what was there, Memories of love.