The
man in the moon and I are friends.
All
I have to do is look at him.
He
reads my mind and knows my thoughts.
He
listens patiently to everything I say.
Occasionally,
the clouds get in the way.
I
give him one day off each month.
In
return, he gives a night of full attention.
The
clouds are jealous, and oft' put up a front.
The
wind keeps them in compliance.
He
and I formed an alliance.
We
have an audience of stars
who've
been attending us for years.
They
gather around us every night.
The
stars keep all in strictest confidence,
everything
discussed in our evening conference.
Unlike
those chatty little crickets
proclaiming
all my secrets,
yammering
on all through the night.
The
stars twinkle up above
with
the secret knowledge of my fears and love.
The
man in the moon is the quiet type.
He
gives me the best advice.
He
is always quite concise.
His
glance leaves me feeling nice
even
when he's just a slice.
by: Paula D. Nevison
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