The clouds are thin and the moon is bright
Burning a hole right through
A halo
A spotlight right on you

It wants to know
Is this enough for you?
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you are?

In folk tales they left sheets to bleach in moonlight
And knives to sharpen too

I can believe that

The moon is looking at me tonight
Its acute gaze set free
A crown
A spotlight right on me

I bleach like linen
Sharpen like steel