Something About The Moon
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Barry Middleton
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something about the moon
can tint my mood to blue
for the color of the night
is a strange familiar hue
from childhood I recall
a sadness in the sounds
that stirred on moonlit nights
when shadows made their rounds
I was too much aware
that sorrow prowled the night
that prayer or strength of will
could never set aright
yet sometimes when alone
and woods were dark and bleak
the moonlight brought a peace
that even now I seek
the moon is life and death
and love and destiny
and all a man might know
and all he'll ever be
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