Moon

Letter to the Moon

The early frost is mourning, the moon has gone its way

The early frost is sighing, the sun is on its way

Come back out moon, my brother, I’m sorry for the things i’ve said

How can the world keep learning when we fight and squander ’till we’re dead?

I said, “Moon.”

I look up to the sky and it is broken but your crystal gaze keeps me warm,

Moon, like frozen floods turned to ice, you warn us, that beneath, our hearts have gone cold.

I said, “Moon.”

©John de Gruyther 2013