man on the moon

my notes hit the paper 

with there ever beating breath 

the music in these words 

beats with a thousand steps 

pacing to the hum of a glorious tune 

my mind starts to wonder 

of the man on the moon 

does he sing? does he dance? 

does he laugh? does he cry? 

is he a child? or a man? 

does he run? or fly? 

can he see the world with a different view? 

would he help if he could? 

or would if he knew? 

the man on the moon has helped me too see 

its him and you and you and me 

we are all the man the men on the moon 

we laugh and we cry with our hearts so true 

we are children and men 

we sink and we swim 

we will see the world differently 

until the end 

Reviews

[Sarah Jane]

I really like how the rhyming isnt at all forced and I don't think Ill ever look at the moon the same. Delightful read, thank you