Father Moon
Moving in circles.
like a one winged fly.
Watching over for eons,
great orb up high.
From Adam’s apple,
to Adolf’s demise,
sat silent, a fatherly
tear in your eyes.
Man’s evil deeds
all done in the dark.
Is that why in daytime
you hide from sun’s arc?
Your permanent flashbulb
patrolling the sky,
illuminates goodness;
sin nowhere to hide.
Helping us keep
our feet on the ground,
achieved by your movement,
never by sound.
Night clouds that pass
beneath your bright face,
Your gentle breath pushing,
coercing their shapes
A kitten, a lamb or
butterflies wings
A baby’s face laughing
you make life’s heart sing
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