The Moon and Me

Eleanor Lawrie

Last night I watched a silver moon

in triumph floating fine and free

I felt as though it looked at me.


You touched my heart, O lovely sphere

and spoke to me of hurt and pain;

the world’s dilemmas filled my brain.


How does that moon consider us?

Our human frailties, wars and greed?

Please give more love, it seemed to plead.


I sat and mused until the dawn

when hope renewed shone golden, bright

and knew my days would be alright.


The moon knows I can do my part:

Life is so short but while I’m here

I will smile and spread good cheer.



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