Mr. Moon

Why oh why Mr. Moon do you walk

hands in pockets, eyes downcast,

as the stars sit in there satin blue sheet,

surrounding?

Don't you know it's all for you?

No eyes but yours can see

all that the sky can give.

Feel blessed in this.

Earthly trappings are not the

core of your constance.

Nor the phases you

endure in your

soul's search

for permanence.

Even in shadow,

yet you are still whole.

Even though no others

may see.

You will always be whole.