The Moon I See

I see the moon from my bed,
and I try to communicate with it.
Stars around fail to fill its void,
no longer do you long for it.

You loved to see the moon
from a distance and love it.
You left its view quite soon
to seek a star, and spoke of it.

You move on swift and quick,
from one galaxy to another.
To love a new moon, like an old trick,
then leave it for a star, to be a lover.