Where is the moon?

Photo : Filipa Moreira da Cruz

The night is coming, slowly
The stars are already sparkling
In the black sky
Where’s the moon?
I can’t see her round face
Where is my friend tonight?
She’ll be here, I know it
Calling my name
She’s dancing alone
I fell like singing
To my dearest confident
Please stay with me, I beg
Don’t let me down
I don’t want to be on my own at midnight.

Filipa Moreira da Cruz