Tonight the moon 
is singing again 

the song of victory. 

She has put back 

her delicate soul 


She knows that 

once again 

she will be 

drawn off; 

till she is 

down again in 

the dark sky, 

alone and cold. 

Then she will 

replenish herself 

and stand tall. 

This goes on – 

they keep 


but she 

never gives up.