Love of the Moon
Two lovers in the deep dark
High above the sleeping world
One was cold and pale as pearl
One was warm with opal sparks They met where the tides began
To pull the sea up toward the sky
No more drifting slowly by
Lunar light lay on their skin
White and radiant light
White and radiant light
A new moon rising in the middle of the night
Merging into one
Merging into one
White and bright light
They leaned into the great vast
Tangled in a tender glow
Watching all the clouds below
Holding close to what would last From their touch a spark was
born
Small enough to fill their palms Singing out a quiet duet
Between the midnight and the morn
Now the orbit has a center
Now the vacuum has a sound
A little soul has come to enter
Where their elegant grace was found
White and radiant light
White and radiant light
A new moon rising in the middle of the night
Merging into one
Merging into one
White and bright light
White and radiant light