Where did you go, Mr. Moon? I thought you’d stay with me, Help me dream of better times And share your light On the darkest of nights. I know you disappear, Have a life of your own. Stark as you appear, Distant and from what I hear. Your surface is cold, colorless, With rugged craters. I count on you, Nightly, when the clouds allow, to shine through. Crescent slices that grow round. Full, your smile, A fatherly nod To my existence. I always wondered about your cycle. In sync with my body, The ebbs and flow Of womanly creation. Without you, Would I vanish? With the waves that grace the sand. Mr. Moon, we are tethered Together. This world, you, and I Do not Go
