When the silver shimmer of moon
Shines high above all at night,
Happiness surges through me
Like an unstoppable force.
For some reason, for some thought,
The moon makes me smile
It is an unexplainable thing
Maybe I like unreachable objects
That are new, crescants, half and full
Or perhaps I just like the fact that the moon
Illuminates all who live underneath
Or it should be left to the sole idea
That where there's a moon
There is a glistening werewolf howling at it.