The Moon Lovers

 

There are two people in my home 

who are crazy about the moon, 

they talk to him, they sing to him

and they’re going to write him long letters, pretty soon.

They sit by the little square window 

to catch a glimpse of him 

and when he shows up 

they have long conversations until the lights go dim.

Is it a bowl filled with pristine white curd?

Is it a big white balloon floating in the sky?

They ask each other,

and when it hides behind the clouds, they wonder if he’s feeling shy.

“Can we come visit you?”

“Will you come play with me in my room?”

“What would you like for dinner?”

Oh tell us, Mr. Moon.

His sight makes them happy 

I see their eyes light up with joy,

it seems like he takes away all their sorrows 

and they forget the knotted strings and the broken toys.

There are two people in my home

who are crazy about the moon,

one is three years old 

and the other, is turning sixty-seven soon.

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