Where did the moon go
The beacon of stolen light?
O symbol of innocent love
And reason for late night drives?
Or did man in moon decide
To draw up the curtains
That man might go hither and thither
Looking for another source?
But millions of scattered dots
In the beautiful blue some above
Come to the rescue and shine
Even dance and shimmer for us
When it returns though,
The illuminated sky alive and wholesome
Twinkling and if you listen closely,
The laugh of a little prince
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A.N
A man innocently curious,
Passionate and willing to see
The universe decided,
That he shall have his answers
Served to him as would an evening meal
