Creative Writing Things

The Moon

The Moon hangs high up in the sky

A natural lantern for passers by

Another night, another day

Always shining, always there

Lovers kiss beneath her light

A night shared, emotions high

Maybe watching a sad goodbye

But the moon never speaks of herself

Who she is?

And what she's done?

Has she ever known love?

Is she lonely?

A thousand stars would disagree

But can the company of a thousand stars

Ever compare to being free?

Her time alone spent

Thinking

Pondering

Wondering

The Moon has seen too much

More than we could ever understand