The fifth: accentual verse

What are you talking about?
The sun has risen,
The moon has fallen,
Daylight has come on a star.

Longing for one little spark,
You sing in circles,
You build your steeples,
Yet nothing you do brings me hope.

God, in his visage, will watch,
You fling sand castles,
You have no master,
You follow your own ruling, raw.

I tall-tale the message of love,
It speaks of trials,
You see me smile,
And realize I am now you.

The ending is far from now clear,
You and I, we fly,
To the moon, we cry,
For now we have nothing to lose.