an unheard melody

the orphaned child gazed at the moon consoled not by love from afar he sat alone, holding a spoon stark solitude was his soul’s scar the lamp in the sky has its moods the orphaned child gazed the moon when it is pitch dark, his heart broods callous too seems, the sun at noon “if God’s real, grant me love’s boon that tender touch of mother’s kiss” the orphaned child gazed the moon “get me out of this dark abyss” choosing to take all life along with God he began to commune his spirit then sang a love song the orphaned child gazed at the moon