Let me see what I can find 
Inside this thing I call my mind
You see,
When the moon comes out at night
My mind, it shines so big, so bright
As if,
You could reach right out to touch
Or even have it in your clutch
To study it, pulsating and white
‘Til the end of the too short night.
At that,
You will look into your hand
And see you hold a grain of sand
Which you’ll, unthinking, cast away
And forget about for one more day.
Until, 
Once more the night unfolds
To show again what life it holds.