A hazy moon,
I see tonight
swallowed by clouds that block the light,
white radiant glow,
almost gone from view,
But,
troubles blow over,
like the day starts a new.
Oh, man in the moon, so old and so wise,
you've seen many life times, and you've lived many lives,
Tell me,
dear friend,
all that I wish to know,
But the moon keeps his secrets wrapped up in his glow,
The point of existence,
I guess,
I'll never know!

© cloudy blue