...Mr Moon...

Something I scribbled, looking at the waning moon…

Here he comes with his wares to sell,
Sell it in the market of the night,
He sells the stars to the light,
Meet him here, he’s Mr. Moonlight…

I’m the moon, sitting behind the clouds,
I’ll smile at you, when you uncover these shrouds;
The smiling moon in the wailing night
He cries his heart out, to part with his borrowed light

Funny life he lives, borrowed
Cool bright he gives, borrowed
Those wonderful smiles, borrowed
Living off the million miles, borrowed
Companion of the nights, borrowed
Inspiration to the insights, borrowed

All borrowed, nothing to own,
I’m mister moon, on my way home
I howl away the night with you
I’ll always be here, smiling…
… smiling with you…