The Moon Came Down to Comfort Her —

    The moon came down to comfort her,
    To stroke her hair and make her tea —
    The stars lined up to sing a song
    And free her from her misery

    The sunset left it’s curtains up
    To shield her from her fading fears:
    The moon came down to comfort her,
    And wipe away her tears.

She read a book when just a girl
About a man up in the moon;
She looked up for him every night,
But with the years, became immune

To humanizing inert things.
But then life came unraveled:
Across a thousand heartaches, she
Had lately, sorely traveled —

A summer of insanity,
Of words and actions questioned:
Despair was closing in, until
The feeling somehow lessened —

    The moon came down to comfort her,
    To stroke her hair and make her tea —
    The stars lined up to sing a song
    And free her from her misery

    The sunset left it’s curtains up
    To shade her from her fading fears:
    The moon came down to comfort her,
    And wipe away
    Her tears


Picture credit : © Songdech Moonta | Dreamstime.com – Dead Tree At Sunset

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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