The Man In the Moon
A reflection of moonlit innocence.
Once, happy days were like sand
slipping through my fingers.
I could not keep hold.
I was only a girl.
In the darkness of night,
the man in the moon
smiled down on me.
Never alone or cold
was I in the light.
Though the world cannot
protect a child from pain,
the moon still smiles
providing respite in the night.
The child within thanks the moon
for his warm smile.
A reflection of stolen innocence,
a face veiled in fear given peace
by the moon's glow,
a security blanket in the twinkle of stars.
I prayed for peace in a place of broken souls
and God showed His face in a shining moon.
I pray for a thousand years of love in moonlight.
I still shed tears for the girl but no longer fear.
The man in the moon still smiles,
a constant in an unpredictable world.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 9, 2012
Fifth place in April Poem contest (PD)
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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