One of his favorite moments

in all the memories he’s compiling

is when he walks in the early morning

and it seems, to him, the moon is smiling.


He’s amazed how the moon’s smile

from way up there in space

can travel in an instant

and land upon his face.


He believes there’s something magical

in the way the moon shares her smile with such ease…

and for the rest of the day he’s inspired to share that smile

with everyone he sees.



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I have heard it said…perhaps the rumor spread while listening to a band…

how music is one language every heart can understand.


I wonder if the key…to any tune or melody is how quickly it can make you dance

how by listening even for a moment your existence is enhanced.


I have also heard…somehow got the word…did someone take a poll?

how the moon can be like magic…magic for the soul.


I wonder if the key…to the moon at least for me is when under her for a little while

I cannot help but feel good…I cannot help but smile.


Over the years through laughter and tears…this I’ve also come to know

how water helps to nourish my heart and help my soul to grow.


I wonder if water’s key…of course it has to be…besides it’s natural appeal

Is how it makes me think…and how it makes me feel.


But something happens to me…when I combine all three…

music, water and the moon

The language of my heart and the magic of my soul are blissfully in tune.


So if you have some extra time to spend…I whole heartedly recommend

Take yourself, your wife, your son…your daughter..

and sit under the moon

listen to some tunes


and make sure you’re somewhere by the water

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If I may be so bold…when you start to get a little old

you find yourself waking up in the middle of the night.

But for whatever reason…depending on the season

you may be treated to some fascinating sights.


Up last night it caught my eye…the moon up in the sky

because the light outside seemed to be flowing.

It came as a surprise to me 

when I stepped out on the porch to see

the ground, the sky and all the trees were glowing.


When I stand in the glow of the moon oftentimes I swoon

as I’m reminded of a place from long ago.

Where I was happily creating 

with friends whom I was skating

joy...at a rink…its name…Moon Glow.


I remember the freedom of the skate…sometimes I’d have a date

I remember sweating…skating backwards…having fun.

I remember gliding, falling down and then…

getting up…skating again

I remember dance contests and races I never won.


Every now and then when blinded…by the night…it’s good to be reminded

of the innocence of youth from long ago

A time of no responsibilities…

when we skated round and round with ease…

Perhaps that’s why I love the moon glows so.


And though my skates are now retired…my skating days expired

when I wake up in the middle of the night I never know…

what beauty I will see…spreading out in front of me


Like the nights when the ground, the sky and all the trees begin to glow.

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On the porch last night I felt a familiar pull when I noticed through the clouds how the moon was full.


As I listened to each song the crickets sung…I remembered back to when our son was young.


As we sat on this porch at the end of the day he asked me, “Dad, why does the moon fade away?”


“I’ve seen it many times at night and noticed something is not quite right.”


“What makes the moon go out and then…what makes it come back on again?”


“Don’t worry son,” I said, “don’t feel perplexed.  “The moon that sines has not been hexed.”


“Once a month the moon is full…and we all enjoy her brilliant glow.”


“Then gradually she becomes less round..because the moon’s light bulb is running down.”


“The man in the moon does not mope or pout…he waits patiently till the moon is out.”


“Then he reaches into his overalls pocket…and pulls out a new bulb for the moon’s light socket.”


“He screws it in and there you are…the moon again is a shining star.”


I suppose as an answer to my son’s inquisition… I could have explained how the Earth. the moon and the sun all change positions


I could have told him that the moon he sees…changes relative to his geometries.


But one of the reasons for a parent’s creation…is to stimulate their children’s imagination.


And could there be a better way…than watching a full moon fade away….


And now years later I wonder as he sits on his porch listening to the crickets tune…

if he still looks for the man in the moon…


Hoping tonights the night he comes into view…


If he does he’ll be glad to know…that I do too.

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I love mornings when the moon

realizing the evening is not quite done

lingers a little longer in the sky 


before ceding the heavens to the sun.

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The entire campground is still slumbering this morning.

perhaps I’ve risen a bit too soon?

But it has provided me the opportunity

to listen to the moon.


There are no sounds of people

no children running around.

There is only the light of a waxing moon

and I find myself listening to the sounds…


It’s too dark to take a morning walk

so I sit basking in the moon’s glow

And I listen as, from high above, she conducts her morning music

soft and low.


The crickets who she conducted to play fast and loud last night

Allegretto….Crescendo …Prestissimo

realize the concerts almost over 

as she conducts them soft and slow.


The morning breeze and trees perform together.

There is percussion all around.

The soft cymbals of the rustling leaves…

falling branches drumbeat to the ground….


Then out of this peaceful symphony 

the moonlight settles on the wing

of one bird…and one bird only

as the moon conducts her now to sing.


And I revel in the harmony and the beauty

And feel lucky I’ve risen so soon

blessed to sit in the darkness


and listen to the moon.

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Sun and Moon

I love you

I love you how the plants love the sun

And how the moon loves the earth

I love you from a far

And you have no idea what you do to me

But you make the ocean in my mind

Create waves that destroy my world

And the seeds blossom into vibrant roses

Full of color

Full of life

But at the same time you are the man with the clippers

Clipping each rose of love you have grown

And giving them

To someone else

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I awake early…

before the sun…

it’s something I usually do…

Before the ebony sky of evening gives way to morning blue…


I sIt by an open window listening to the crickets croon…

Illuminated ever so softly by the light of a crescent moon…


As the light peeks through my window…a glow more delicate than the sun

I’m amazed how she awards me one moonbeam…

while extending the rest to everyone…


A crescent moon always fills me with hope…it’s the classic push and pull..

Where some may see a moon half empty…I see a moon half full…


I love to talk to the moon at this time…before she welcomes in the morn…

To ask her if from her crescent-ness…a baby’s smile is born…


Does she revel in the silence in the world she oversees?

Can she enjoy her beauty as she shines down through the trees…


Is she happy in her nightly routine…or when all is said and done..

has she ever thought what it would be like…to be a planet…or the sun? 


I tell her how I once thought I had the perfect way…

to make my Deborah swoon…

I wold offer her my heart…and promise her the moon…


But along the way I realized…I only had to promise her we’d stand…

And gaze at the moon together…as a couple…hand in hand…


And oftentimes I thank the moon….for making me aware….

of how she can enchant an evening…just by being there…


Perhaps that’s why I wake up early…

not only to hear the crickets croon

But it’s the best time of the day… 


to have a conversation with the moon. 

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The Aluminium Moon Walks with Me!

With me walks the aluminium moon,

That will be gone soon,

But it will return again,

With changed world, with new lives, with lives fallen.


The moon is on the move ever,

So is everything in the womb of Mother Nature,

From dawn to dusk,

Life and death are at work.


Yet the aluminum moon does not die,

In her heart love for the earth does ever lie.

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