My Friend, The Man in the Moon

I spent my night with the man in the moon,
While the sun lay asleep
And the world surged on.
He told me of heartache;
Of a love so pure
No language in earth could ever hope to endure.
He spoke of lust, of longing and fire.
Of fear and commitment and undying desire
And as the man in the moon
Spoke of midnight blue
I can't help but think of me and you

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A short piece describing the intimate evenings spend talking to the man in the moon