And with this, I bring it to a close.

Underneath the fading moon,
That little star is leaving soon.
She's shimmering, in and out of you,
Underneath the fading moon.

Are we not longing for the sight,
Of seeing flowers bloom at night?
In this gray and sleepy life that surrounds us

How we stayed awake tonight
To watch the gently shifting light
To watch the stars retire to sleep
Now in this faded glow between

The night that lingers still
Beyond this graying windowsill
Who, now, blanketed in mist,
Is curling up beyond the hills.

And one last star is faintly blinking
In her cloudy, dawn-lit dream
As the fading moon leans sleepily
Towards the darker side of things
In downy light she no longer shimmers
And our great star shall awaken soon
And will that little little star remember
How we saw her off to bed together
Underneath the fading moon.

Goodnight, Sara.