The metaphorical full moons

Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream
Oh is it a dream?

There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky,
And nobody seems to know where you go,
And what does it mean...
Oh, is it a dream?

Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail...!!
How can the light that burned so brightly..
Suddenly burn so pale..!!

Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night...
Wandering over the hills unseen..
Or is it a dream?

There's a high wind in the trees,
A cold sound in the air,
And nobody ever knows when you go,
And where do you start,
Oh, into the dark.

That's where i'll end up if i don't look into your bright eyes...
and guess this is a metaphor...
but eyes that shine bright,
like two full moons on a starless night!!