The Moon

A comparison between the moon and man.

The moon made me do it
as he sits in the nights sky
a dimly shine of a witches cry
mysterious ball on solar time

I'm helpless to his call
He holds me up to fall
Always changing yet stays
My moon he rules my ways

Struggling to break free
from diverse personalities
then he whispers secrets
spells on hidden seas

The moon made me do it
as he sits in the nights sky
watching with a candles eye
my spirit rising high

Reviews

[thewholesoul]

another very enjoyable poem. i love reading peoples sentiments towards the moon. nice rhyme also.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Ummmm depends WHAT he made you do.!!!
I liked this poem.
Clive.

[Gypsy Dreamer]

ha! ha! thank you Clive. ;)

[Rose Whte]

The moon indeed is thought to control many of people actions. Truly, it in fact, does control much of nature. I liked your poem.

[Gypsy Dreamer]

Thank you rose. :)