The moon looks on
over a blue ocean
along with the Spirits
and, heavenly Angels
where a family once lived
laughing, crying, smiling...
in the 60's
when they were all once young...
The Beatles played on
a turntable
while my mother hung our clothes
to dry on the freshly cut green lawn
where I carved my name on a tree
by the tire swing
where I skinned my knees
on the rocks, and sea shells
running so free...
with my brothers ...
all three...
where we roasted marshmallow's
in bonfires
with the smell of walnuts from the nearby tree
blowing in the air, I remember the scent of the salty breeze
laughing, crying, smiling...
green lawn that stretched for miles, and miles...
The moon now looks on
over a blue ocean
along with Spirits, and heavenly Angels
where a family once lived
in a beautiful home
painted white
behold
it stands alone
except for the memories it still breathes
with the moon that still looks on
with a background of green luscious lawn...
with eyes for windows
gazing over the blue ocean sea...
Yes, the moon looks on
where a family once belonged.