The words will disappear,
The memory fades.
The eternal is fleeting -- Catch it!
And only the ephemeral abides.
The deepest truths vanish when spoken
To unlistening ears.
And if two gaze at the moon
From far flung ends of the globe,
They see different eddies of light
In the ever-changing river.
The orb moves on across the sky
The dark gathers round,
Embracing her pale bright glow
Oh! The moon!