One, He Loves

I know you don’t believe me when I say

that you get better looking every day.

You say it’s because I cannot see,

but I see what’s inside, not just on display.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

The Moon

Look at the moon with me.

Confidant

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

(I originally posted this poem on October 2, 2014 and decided to post it again.)