I Ride the Moon

I ride the moon through
the Southern Sky

Singing through her tattered veil
I pull the tides behind me.
I sweep the stars out of my way,
and scatter them across the horizon.

I rest in her dark plains and imbue her
with fullness and light.

We turn away from the sun,
luring earthly eyes toward us,
seeking our wisdom.

I ride the moon,
Singing through her tattered veil,
My song of hope and longing.

Originally, the last word was "loss," but today I like longing better.