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