Dear Moon

January 21, 2011
The moon keeps my secrets,
Under lock and key.
Things that are frightening,
Things you can't believe.

He never says a word,
To the sun and the stars,
And not one thing,
To the small planet Mars.

He watches over me,
All night long.
I sleep so peacefully,
As he sings me a song.

The music drifts down,
From far away.
Through my window,
To where I lay.

And in the morning,
when I open my eyes.
I say to the moon,
My good morning goodbyes.

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