The miser does not sleep,
He counts his coins in the night.
While others count sheep,
He dreams of money in his sleep.
The Moon as a silent companion above,
Looks down on the world in love.
The woman in love does not sleep,
She closes her eyes and she can see,
Her beloved that she longs for,
The romance of her love and destiny.
The Moon as a silent companion in the sky,
Watches the restless sleepers from on high.
The artist does not sleep at night,
He thinks about the colours on his canvas.
He sees the lines forming the picture,
He remembers the form and beauty of her.
The Moon as a silent companion gently smiles,
He watches humanity walk its mortal miles.
The poet does not sleep,
She thinks of the inspiration and the line,
She finds the words coming to her,
In every lilting, musical, rhythmic rhyme.
The Moon as a silent companion up above,
Blesses the dreamers and visionaries with love.