If I remember right,
I first met you at night
on a rooftop, way back when.
And you watched me go around,
disappeared beyond the ground,
and then I left without a sound
(for I was foolish then)
And it was at night when you came for me
And I finally let you see
As I pull and push the sea.
I wax, I wane,
I dance without complain
And I thank my lucky stars
because I've never been more free
But you forced yourself to stay awake
and I told you, that's a grave mistake
but I pretty sure you didn't hear.
I'm too quiet compared to nighttime chatter
and you never really knew what was the matter
and I don't want you to climb that ladder
to try and get near.
Please don't come close to me
Be thankful you've got gravity
and that your lovely eyes can see
I regret I'm up here, barely tethered
floating around like a feather
through thick and thin and bad weather
(no one listens to what I say anyways)
You got on one knee, almost in a trance
"Mia luna," you said, "would you care to dance?"
and I was stricken with surprise that I had a chance
(for I've loved you from the first glance)
But I live so far away:
omnipresent, afraid of the day
existing in a façade of the sublime.
I promise I'm of no significance
and if I only I could afford romance
I would dance
with you until the end of time.
"Tirra lirra" you cried in the mirror
the crystal glass and tears made clearer
through the window, you hear a
I hug myself nearer,
I sing, "Tirra lirra,"
and I, too, hear a sound.
It's the cries and the shrieks
of the sunlight that peeks
around the corner of the earth.
And I sighed and said "goodnight"
and I watch you, out of sight
and you laugh and you play
in the light of the day
and I thank my lucky stars
you can't see me cry.
"Mia luna," you said
as you were sleeping in bed
whispered, but I heard.
"Tirra lirra," I sighed
as you shut your sleepy eyes
And your dreams took wing
and you flied
like a bird.
And in the end, I'm unhappy.
In the end, I'm alone.
You fall asleep, and I'm still out here
passive once again