• moonlightepiphany 6w

    Looking out the window,
    upon the night sky, city lights, shining below
    But her attention,
    was upon the circular object,
    The one we call the moon,
    oh, how she wishes,
    Upon the stars,
    Just to hear the voice,
    Of the one we say,
    Lives in the sky,
    the Man In The Moon.


    At night she lies awake,
    Staring out the window,
    into the speckled abyss,
    Thinking out loud,
    And talking to the moon,
    Wishing from the bottom of her heart,
    To get a response,
    from the man who most children know,
    Oh Man In the Moon,
    Why don't you respond?
    Oh, Man In The Moon,
    Can you hear my cries?
    Can you see my story?
    Oh, Man in the Moon,
    Tell me can you hear my sounds
    That I put upon you,
    Every night of my life.


    Looking out the window,
    upon the night sky,
    city lights, shining below
    But her attention,
    was upon the circular object,
    The one we call the moon,
    oh, how she wishes,
    Upon the stars,
    Just to hear the voice,
    Of the one we say,
    Lives in the sky,
    But she won't get a response,
    She never does.
    Is he just a fairy tale?
    She doesn't know.


    The Man In The Moon.
    Are you there at all?
    Just a small sight,
    To tell me you're there,
    And listening to the cries,
    the ones I lay upon you every night.

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    Man In The Moon

    ©moonlightepiphany