The Moon
the moon has no owner, it belongs to all
to the wolf who offers it his mournful cry
to the lovers who bathe in its sweet light,
and to the little ones who gaze in rapt delight
for night creatures it can light their path
it gives us pause along a wooded water way
mysterious it is and yet we worship unafraid
for at heavens door our hope and heart are laid
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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