Lonely Moon
Like a drop of milk
on a black cats whisker
The moon is lost
in the endless night
She follows paths
invisible
and longs
to see the light
But the moon is a lady
whose destiny is dark
Sne'll never see the sunlight
or hear the morning lark
Sometimes she is silver
Sometimes sho is gold
She is a jewel invisible
above the lonely world
This poem is about:
Our world