If needs be, allow less oil

There is pain this hour
There is joy this same hour
Two human beings born to bear
Their own kind of blessing.

“Its so beautiful this night.”
“Please God remove this man from me.”
We are equal.
My burden so different

Moon Speak!
People, please dim your lights.
Allow the moon to speak.
We have enough pollution
In our minds,
Please dim your lights.

So speak, dear moon.
You shine.
The stars shine.
The sun shines.
Why can’t we?
Moon. Speak, speak, speak.
While this perfect cool haze is with me.
Its Blue.
We are Illuminated.
It's Quiet.
So Speak.