When no clouds are near,
I search for a face
In the moon I hold dear.
Each time there is a new look,
Which seems never to repest
Then the moon brings me my joy,
when the cycle is complete.
In each smile a faint grin,
That I may choose to find,
I search for a new look
that may perhaps be kind.
As it hangs there aloft,
in the darkness of space,
I wonder if there are others
gazing at my moons face.
This great clock of nature
Times that all exist,
From the ebb of the tides
to a lovers first kiss.
Now, conquered by man,
Who h as spoiled it's beauty,
yet still the mon glows bright,
to continue with it's duty.
Should others gaze up,
At my moons mystical face,
and seal a lover's kiss,
with a passionate embrace.
Let my moon be their beacon,
It's spell, all should emoloy,
Never question it's power
for it has brought me my joy
J.G.Peters
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