Moonstone Melodies

Moonstone on a chain, as I follow my gaze into your soundless, opaque world, I stroll about, peering through your milky mist, striving to comprehend. Inside your small body, the landscape is timeless and immense, which makes sense, given the beguiling round orb that is your namesake. You were here long before I, or even mankind, existed, and you will be here long after, and, as the moon rules over the night, the heart's domain, you grace the breast of one that organ beats within. So, eternal one, don't you have some wisdom to impart? The woman whose exquisite neck you adorn is also like Luna, as she waxes and wanes, and disappears, only to appear again. Silent gemstone that you are, I long in vain to hear you speak to me or sing your melody, so, that I might finally fathom your depths, as if then I'll understand her, and know what, perhaps I was never meant to know, and which I must now, no longer a fervent youth, accept. She will never be mine, but I will always love her.