Marvel at the Moon
The ultimate protector,
the watchmen of the evening sky.
How the moon comes so stoically,
asks for nothing,
gives all he can,
all because he can.
Illuminating the evening
deep into the night,
Watching over the night workers,
construction engineers,
a nurse's late shift.
Marvel at the moon
the night-light of the dark.
Some ask him to leave
so they may glance at the stars.
His light is too obstructive
and they'd rather him be gone another day.
but yet he holds firm,
with a stone look on his face,
he cares too greatly,
to let those people get him down.

Marvel at the moon
he turns to a sliver to a whole dollar,
without doing a thing.

Marvel at the moon
his light guides the evening,
when we sleep and are washed in dream.

Marvel at the moon.
He sometimes shows up along side the sun.
Out of the suns way.
And can suddenly take day-notice,
by standing in the suns path.

Marvel at the moon,
for his presence is needed for those whom are lonely,
a poet, a musician, a warewolf.

Marvel at the moon.
Marvel at the moon.