It’s all rain when mine meets your eyes;
It rains cool as the soft rays of moon,
I find no discordance anywhere but symphony.
And when you go miles away it’s again symphony;
As I try to find in every bit that passion in your eyes,
Hours slip away as I drink last night’s moon.
My world and I shine in that divine moon;
As I keep the endless notes of the symphony
Flowing through me to every corner, from my eyes.
The symphony of moon divine flows from my eyes,
raining out to the root.