I have no excuse for including this poem, except that it is one of my poems which I really love.
Mysterious Moon
Each day,
a sleeping beauty
You hide away
and rest.
But now when dusk descends
and birds go silent in their nest,
You in your silver chariot,
Rise to ride the inky blackness that is space
and
Kissed by sunlight, show the brilliance of your
face.
Each night
a lighthouse on the sea,
You light the way
and show
Your fragile secret shadows
on the drowsing earth below.
You, with stars in shimmering parade
Flood the world with wonder at the mystery you
seem,
as
People tell you secrets and whisper all their
dreams.
Each month
You tug the tides each way
until
from curving crescent
on the wane
You fill the stage of heaven
as you reach full moon again.
You, with your watchful, silent gaze
Have circled earth since it began
You
Are the only other planet who has known the
tread of man.
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