Driving home the other night
I saw a most amazing sight
As the moon rose high
Into the dark night sky
Clean and pure and shining
Golden orange; then softly paling!
As she soared higher and higher into that sky
I saw his face!
Looking down upon this earth
A happy, contented look
The lips were smiling; filled with mirth
The clouds were soft; white; in that golden light
Like palest hair; surrounding dark highlights
Rounded cheeks; bushy brows; curving mouth!
He looked so happy!
This was not the moon's visage
But made of clouds; a joyful face
Looking down upon my place
Ever onward as I raced homeward
Smiling; benevolent!
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