The moon does not sleep.
It drifts through the dark like a thought
that refuses to settle.
It drifts through the dark like a thought
that refuses to settle.
Night after night
it walks the long road of the sky,
silver footsteps over quiet oceans,
over rooftops and empty fields,
over the dreams of those
who cannot quite rest. 🌙
it walks the long road of the sky,
silver footsteps over quiet oceans,
over rooftops and empty fields,
over the dreams of those
who cannot quite rest. 🌙