The Man In The Moon, Wears A Velvety Smile

In the still of the morning, just before the alarm,

I steal away to look at the moon.

To see if by chance, he granted the wishes,

I sang to the stars, out of tune.

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Sitting there, in my chair, wrapped in my favorite robe,

I look out, there he is, looking back.

That old man in the moon, with a wink in his eye

giving cheer to his favorite sad-sack.

*

He shines down on me, with that velvety smile,

a beam grander than the one before.

Like the sea, he pulls me, bringing me peace,

giving calm, to my dwindling shores

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Reassuring me, that it’s me that he sees

and he’s come, with his touch, to restore.

I can see new ways, in the path that he shows

there’s no need to wader alone, anymore

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Taking away all the lonely I feel,

in the dusk, just before the sun shines

Filling me up with an unspeakable joy

till we meet here together, tonight

Originally published at https://vocal.media.