My capacity for wonder is getting kinda low,
I need to recharge because I'm feeling really slow,
I've been burning creative juices no ebb all flow,
Need to turn my eyes up to a night time glow.
Luna, blessed Luna, come out to play tonight,
Part the clouds and shine on me with your sacred silver light.
My solar panel soul prefers to process the cold moonlight,
and if you let me charge back up, I'll be back to feeling right.