Moon Rise

Goodnight moon. With your rising blue. Hello love, It’s a goodnight with you. (X4) Oh so delicate like rose gold and peppermint. It’s ur essence that seems effortless. Your reflections, a mirror for our benefit. At night time, your medicine shines for our monkey paws. Waltz through the light streaming in, day’s curtain calls like the movie is fin. But you’re the silver screen, shining again. You’re not the opposite the sun, you are his friend. Your heavenly body, the closest of kin. Hang in our sky, tilting your chin down to give us a kiss with your twinkling lips and taking a dip by the rivers rip ples. Do you see the reflection? You make beauty simple. Your cratered face is gorgeous, more than visual. It’s endurance and proportion that’s biblical, not typical, worthy of rituals. A grace that’s quietly visceral Goodnight moon. With your rising blue. Hello love, It’s a goodnight with you. (X4) Someone said that you were cold. Someone said the darkness haunts your soul. Someone said the night is dangerous, And we should watch where we go. Is that so? You’re our evening’s host with a gentle spirit. It’s spooky, let’s not fear it. The quiet tells you clearest, to cherish your tears and listen for what’s far and near. You show us distant light with a mirror. An all seer. Thank you for carrying the light, The job is weird. But you done did it, and do it. Thank you Yue. A good morning means goodbye if you’re the moon. So goodnight. Thank you for remembering the sky’s blue. You’re divine. I revel in your beauty, I’m scared, but it’s fine, I can sense that you’re wise. I wonder if you’ll speak tonight. Are the stars how you write? Is there a message that we fight? Do you tell us with the tide? Goodnight moon. With your rising blue. Hello love, It’s a goodnight with you.