~
Magical
Moon
~
I
frolicked
‘neath
your
mindless
stare
when
I
was
just
a
young
child.
I
walked
with
my
lover
hand
in
hand
as
we
looked
to
find
your
smile.
I’ve
sat
beside
a
mountain
stream
entranced
in
your
magical
light;
your
face
is
still
the
same
one
that
I’ve
seen
on
so
many
nights.
And
now
looking
out
my
window,
you
move
silently
through
the
sky,
peeking
at
me
through
the
trees,
taking
me
back
through
my
life.
Playing
a
game
in
the
moonlight,
with
a
ball
that
glowed
bright
green;
like
blind
men
stumbling
along,
in
a
path
that
could
barely
be
seen.
There
was
also
that
night
long
ago
when
swimming
seemed
such
fun,
you
watched
as
we
stripped
our
clothes,
showing
more
than
just
our
buns.
Lovers
have
often
been
far
away,
and
yet
we
could
feel
so
close,
for
we
were
sharing
the
night
beneath
your
warm
soft
glow.
Does
a
man
live
up
in
the
moon?
well
of
course,
I’ve
seen
his
smile;
he’s
watched
me
through
my
life,
traveled
with
me
all
these
miles.
©
2009
Forrest
Phelps-Cook
Don't
we
all
have
special
memories
that
come
back
to
us
when
we
see
the
full
moon?
