Alone and I can see the moonlight and starlight
as they plant kisses on my dreams and thoughts
In moments passing by me
-- and the sound of laughing voices as they call me so
softly,
"come a little closer, Darling - won't you? - and love me
a little while."
And, if it seems your whole life is spent blooming, it's
a miracle.
but it could happen.
I used to think death was just an ending, not a starting
up.
But then a friend of mine, a man,
he up and died one Tuesday.
Now he lives inside of me and all his other friends.
And we welcome him into ourselves in a way that makes us
more like him.
It's friendly gravity we're pulling on.
And the white moon told me it was so.
Alone and I will love the moonlight a little more these
days.
