there is a moon
sweet and silver
a smile on its side
i’m sure it can see me
even so high in the sky
it is watching me

and my family
and our pain
and our helplessness
and it’s still

smiling
i think I will climb
the pensile stars
to rest on the moon
it is surely so soft

and so quiet
and so warm
and so far away

from everything
cuddled in its soft silver
i’ll watch a big blue marble
with tiny little people

and tiny little lives
and tiny little problems

how odd
the problems seemed so big
from down there

and they aren’t really

this must be
why the moon smiles