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
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 3:21 AM UTC
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
