The Moon and her Children

The moon is like the smiling face of a mothers approval,
Taken down the dark hillside,
And towed to the open arms,
Of its reflection in the lake of safe dreams.

There it floats like a child mastering a swim,
Quiet and warm as a mild evening breeze,
The moon kisses the stars one by one,
And promises goodbyes will only last a day.

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