Man on the moon
High up in the sky
Round and bright
You are tonight
Looking down
Upon this earth
Smiling upon
Those sleeping below
Peeking into dreams
Seeking one to grant
A something special
A gift so divine
Counting heads
As they count sheep
Finally you come upon
The one in need
Gently oh so gently
Your bright light
Softly kisses
The fortunate one
A blessing laid
Upon that brow
Deep sighs escaping
The sleeping form
With deep satisfaction
You hurry back
To your place
Upon the moon
Back to the light
High up in the sky
Guardian angel
Of silent prayers
© 2010 may 26/cb
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