I am leaving you for moonlight 

I have one last thing to say

 

Don’t look for me tomorrow

For I have gone away

You might catch me in the birdsong

 

It’s not really me

I won’t be in the sunshine

Or underneath a willow tree

 

I will be the last star shining

Brighter than the rest

I will be in the ripples

Of your memory

 

I am leaving you for moonlight

So please don’t try to follow me. 

Clare Kinnaird, 2024.