Dreams of the Moon

Tales of the moon : Part 1

The moon game

I'm the moon and I play a game,
I don't always look the same.

Sometimes I'm round,
A silver sphere.

Sometimes just half of me
Seems to be here.

Sometimes I'm a crescent,
Shaped like a smile.

Sometimes I surprise you
And hide for a while.

Look up in the sky
For my friendly light.

What shape will I have
When you see me tonight?
-Author unknown

The moon

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall,
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.

The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out by the light of the moon.

But all of the things that belong to the day,
Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way,
And flowers and children close their eyes,
Till up in the morning the sun shall rise.
-Robert Louis Stevenson

Moon and star

Moon and star,moon and star
Shining up on high
When I go to bed at night
I see you in the sky.

Moon and star,moon and star
Tell me what is wrong
When I wake at break of day
All of you are gone?
-Author unknown

The moon

I like to sit on our door-Sill,
And watch the place above the hill
Get lighter every minute till
The moon comes up all bright and still.

Sometimes he is so slow, I think
He'll never come:then,in a wink,
Almost behind the big oak-tree,
He pops right up and smiles at me.
-May Morgan