Moon, We Look To You.

Moon, you have a shade of blue tonight – Is it something that you saw or heard? Only yesterday, your tone was proud and bright, Yellow silver, full, and so assured. Moon, despite the clarity of sky, Metaphors of cloud that fluff with grey Drift across your rounded face to spy; Feeding back, there's awfully much to say. Moon, you have a role to play up there – We below must bear the earthly pain. Duty bound, we shoulder sorrows fair – You are free from our grotesque disdain. Moon, we depend on you to shine When the sun retires down below. Add to that your grandest role divine: Tidal Lord, to keep the seas in tow! Moon, I hope you take to heart our plea – Needless is the reason for your blue. Beaming, you should give the night its glee: We're despairing – so we look to you. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009 Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue