A Moon’s Story

She sat listening, not making a sound
Listening, to the whispers of the moon
Telling tales of the lives he’s shared

Watching breaths, inhaled and released
Since the beginning of time with cries of sorrow and cheers
The joy, equally shed through tears

The first flame ever flickered at night
Under the care of his glowing light
A wheel that turns round, travelers discover their world by ground

Eyes that stare into space
A desire to fly with grace
She sat listening not making a sound

Every night she would be found
Listening to the songs as the moon sings
She longs

For the moon to one day
Sing of her story, her way
She sat listening and dreaming

Watching the moon glowing
One day her dream will come true
When the moon tells of her, to me and you


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