Somewhere I Talk To The Moon

I asked the moon what it felt. It smiled, then cried a little. I asked the moon how it felt. It said, ‘Dark and lonely.’ It looked at me, It smiled. It said, ‘Much better now.’ I said to the moon it must be beautiful up there. It smiled, then cried a little. I said to the moon what if I joined you? It looked at me, It smiled. It said, ‘Much better.’