The rise of the moon brings moans of pain and fears of death each night.
Once a fantasy of green cheese and wonderment of how the moon always followed a small child home on rides in the dark of night.
In passing years the moon became a bright romatic light;
To cuddle in her lover's arms for stolen kisses and walks upon the beach.
A huge bright ball of wonderment and amazing stories rendered;
as she lie in the tall, cool grass at night hugging with her kids.
But now with children grown and her lover's arms too weak to hold with legs that can no longer walk on sandy dunes.
It is the moon that brings the tears and prayers for daylight.
Moon o' moon will you ever bring fantasy and wonderment again?
Light my path and bring me peace at night.
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