The Moon

You run in cycles commanding the waves and the tide,
flashing light through the forest giving places to hide.
Blue or red you shine with out fail,
looking down on us far from death but ever so pale.
Legends of the night call for your beams to light up the dark,
so that we can run from the wolf man and his mark.
Primal we fear and anything that is of dread,
but your gaze on us can be an unholy red.
We used to think you were a man way up behind the clouds in the sky,
and great thinkers of all time would often ponder why.
How did you get there and could we really touch your face,
for it was you that drove us into outer space.
Still you say nothing to us your secrets are left alone,
for we pry and pry but you stand as a complete stone.
Hiding away the truth that we are so willing to kill for,
but there you are closing every door.
Shall we ever be granted the privilege of seeing you for what you are,
or is it you that wish for us to see you as a rocky scar.
Tell me we have walked on your face and wish to know that is true,
please whisper a secret or two or even show us a clue?
You are as beautiful as you are a deadly pale,
but out search will go on this we will not fail.
So good night to you and all the secrets that you hide,
for as you touch the earth again the sun will be at my side.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2005