The Moon

If only myth and nursery rhyme were true
The mouth would exist in which he could speak
Of whereabouts of missing persons
Murders and other witnessed wrong doing

He has the power to change tides
But not to inform of Earths crimes
Even though one and all are viewed

Lighting our pathways since before artificial
Our natural source, of light, stories and history

Man may have landed and left his mark
But our satellite laughs in mans face
Choosing only to appear but once a month
In sections, and in full, holding secrets
Which will last eternity

by Mark Eyre

Comments (2)

wonderful write of all the subject in poetry...well crafted verses...great piece....10
Moon is one of the main sources of poetry for hundreds of years. Wonderfully penned, love it.