Man In the Moon

If there’s a dent Up there, somewhere, I hope it is not too uncomfortable. Because the faces you make Help me get through The toughest seasons. You, of course, are ageless And, of course, without a name. You must have smiled upon the world When it was younger, and a lot less sad How I wish you’d smile at me Sometimes. Cold impassivity has its limits! But sometimes, pale guardian, When at some magic moment I know, just know That every other living soul is asleep I feel it is all right To smile quietly up at you As if we shared some great secret. And to have you glow gravely down at me, It is quite all right.