ah the moon,
it’s tidal pull,
a call to babes,
a lullaby lull,
it’s full face,
staring down,
perhaps I see,
the moon’s first frown,
for it sits lonely,
just a too far,
too distant from sun,
and whispering stars,
it waits for something,
silent and still,
i sit and watch,
on this small hill,
one day i’ll reach out,
and touch that face,
when my body’s done,
and I am only grace,
the moon shall be,
the best of friend,
and i will be there,
till it’s end.