Mysterious Moon
Sometimes you catch me dreaming
And I think
Heaven had a hand in you–
Not just some far off star exploding long ago.
And who’s at your switch
You mysterious glow.
Is there a keeper for you–
Washing your face–blowing your nose.
Sometimes I catch you hiding–
Hiding behind that smokey mist
And I think
You must have a secret.
Do you sit in that eerie sky just waiting–
Waiting for that day for it to be told.
Sometimes we catch each other smiling–
Smiling in the night–
Just smiling
And I think
We both knew each other somewhere
Somewhere before–
Eons and eons ago.
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