I look to the moon with a glint in its a eye
Most nights
I’m so lucky to see it rise
as much as I do
The bottom of my garden
rising out of the blue
A Beautiful path of light towards you.
Craters
Shaped like a
Worried face
It’s always looked like that
to me
with smoke coming out
its mouth
Funnily
Ive always wondered
if others see what I see
Or do we all
see the moon
differently
A face
that’s reflects our world
an inner space
A smile ,A frown or nothing at all
Like the clouds
That change shape
When the wind hits
That changes in less than a minute
No surely not
The craters do not move it’s
Always been that way.
Or is the worried face
Just a reflection of my life
That’s never changed
What about New Zealand
Other side of the world
I looked at the moon there too
Hand stand against the wall
standing straight as if im in the uk
It looked
just the same.
It’s always fascinated me
I’ll never get bored I’ll sit an stare
until the dawn
1d ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 12:03 AM UTC
I look to the moon with a glint in its a eye
Most nights
I’m so lucky to see it rise
as much as I do
The bottom of my garden
rising out of the blue
A Beautiful path of light towards you.
Craters
Shaped like a
Worried face
It’s always looked like that
to me
with smoke coming out
its mouth
Funnily
Ive always wondered
if others see what I see
Or do we all
see the moon
differently
A face
that’s reflects our world
an inner space
A smile ,A frown or nothing at all
Like the clouds
That change shape
When the wind hits
That changes in less than a minute
No surely not
The craters do not move it’s
Always been that way.
Or is the worried face
Just a reflection of my life
That’s never changed
What about New Zealand
Other side of the world
I looked at the moon there too
Hand stand against the wall
standing straight as if im in the uk
It looked
just the same.
It’s always fascinated me
I’ll never get bored I’ll sit an stare
until the dawn
