The Moon at noon?
As a pale reflection,
A mere cartoon?
Does it make you
Wonder why?
While stealthily gazing
At the sky?
Why the Moon,
Does seem to follow,
The yellow Sun,
Like a silver shadow?
With a secret smile,
Upon its face,
Does it mean
To take its place?
Could you contend,
With a silver light,
When the dawn breaks,
At daylight?
And could you see,
The stars so bright,
Through a yellow Sun
At Midnight?
Alas, whom among us,
Would then wish to croon,
Amis so much confusion,
A tune to the Moon?
So, when you gaze,
Upon the Moon at Noon,
Say a Silent Prayer,
Not to make it soon!
Karen Ann DeMers (c) 1984