hello, moon
moon atop wispy, glowing clouds
framed by the black, lacey branches
of trees
if it were not for the singing crickets i
would have believed that
time had stopped and
earth was standing still
so i would often have it be when i
think that earth, hurtling round the
sun at break-neck speed, will
one day fling
me off and
i shall drown in the
stream of rushing
time
you look so peaceful, shining brightly
in the sky
i wonder if you ever
get tired of looking at us
i never tire of
gazing at
you
you are safer than the blazing sun
yet fiercer and wilder in your
cold aloofness
framed by dark, lacey branches
you rule regally
o’er the night
the clouds have moved
