Dear Moon,
Beautiful, shining disk in the sky.
People call you yellow
I disagree, your light
Is simply shining brilliance
That I cannot put a colour on.
Dear Moon,
Do you feel jealous
Of the Sun?
Do not do so, Moon,
People shield their eyes from Sun
And his glaring light.
Whilst yours is a gentle glow
That people can stare at for hours on end
They call it romantic.
Dear Moon,
How you age and grow
From a childish, inexperienced rind of light,
To a full, fat Mother Moon.
Who looks down at Earth
With the wisdom of the ages
In her eyes.
You watch the unimportant happenings of Earth,
And you learn more.
Dear Moon,
Someday I would like to fly
Up to you,
And ask you meaningless questions
Like
“How many fish did you see today?”
And
“How green is the forest?”
Oh, Moon,
You would smile and laugh
At my ignorance,
And, jokingly, you would call me a child.
Dear Moon,
How fast the world moves nowadays
Sometimes too fast
For me to comprehend.
Surely it makes your round, pale head
Hurt as you watch it all.
Dear Moon,
People are beginning
To forget about you
And your shining beauty.
The world is moving too fast
For them to be bothered by
Trivial, romantic things,
Such as you, Moon,
As much as they used to.
Oh, Moon, do not feel lonesome.
I have not forgotten about you.
And the next time I see
Your beautiful soft light
In the sky,
I will turn to the person closest,
And call it romantic.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
