When I look at the moon--
I'll think of you--
Grandma used to always say,
Since I lived so far away.

When You look at this same moon--
You can think of me too.
This is "our" moon to share--
Our pact will connect us from anywhere.

Now She's long gone
To her permanent home,
But I know it's still true--
When I gaze at the moon--

She sees it at the same time.
Our souls and hearts entwine,
As we remember to join our minds,
And God's wondrous moon sight shines.