In the hush between the stars and the sea,
Where dreams drift slow and endlessly,
The moon looks down with gleeming eyes,
A silent witness in the skies.

She weeps not loud, but soft and slow,
For things we lost we'll never know.
A world that spins and never stays,
She mourns the hours, the fading days.

Her tears fall not like rain or dew,
But shimmer through the midnight blue,
And touch the hearts of those who feel
The ache of things they cannot heal.

She weeps for lovers turned to shade,
For songs unsung, for plans unmade,
For whispered hopes the dark erased,
For fleeting moments never traced.

The tides obey her mournful cry,
They rise and fall beneath her sigh,
And every crest, and every fluff,
Speaks of a grief that's not enough.

But still she shines, through pain and peace,
A glowing balm that grants release,
And though she weeps, she lights our way,
A sorrowed guide till break of the day.

So, if you feel your soul undone,
Look skyward when the day is done.
You'll find her hymm a faithful tune,
The gentle, grieving Tears of the Moon.