Have you seen the moon?
Have you really looked?
A harsh mistress or a dainty maid
A balloon deflated and then remade
By day or night in light or in shade
A pockmarked elusive renegade
Have you seen the moon?
Have you really looked?
Have you seen the stars?
Have you really looked?
A string of irridescent beads
A shiny scattering of seeds
A glowing carpet on the breeze
and all the wonder that it breeds
Have you seen the stars?
Have you really looked?
© Steve Wheeler 2021
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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