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Dear Mr. Moon
Dear Mr. Moon, yellowed and frail. Drawing round you a halo of clouds, defusing your stare. You are fearful of making a sound, as you glide to your place. Perching over the city each night, watching from space.
I know that you wish not to see, all that you observe. Your beams touch the shoulders of men, who injure and hurt.
They fall on the glass at the feet by where a drunken man curls. Send a glare off the car down the street in the dark underworld.
And the children you see, on one mattress asleep, in their shuttering, shivering fears. Oh but don't cry, anymore tears, dear Mr. Moon. Dear Mr. Moon.
Your sullen eyes, have grown week through the cycle of nights. Like an aging man, losing his life. But amidst the silent snow, stars and streetlights, brightly glow. There's a stillness that haunts this globe, holds and molds it like a giant glove. Holds and molds like a mystery, mystery love.
There's something there holding us, Mr. Moon. There's something there holding us, Mr. Moon. Don't cry, Dear Mr. Moon.