The Moon

Our lives are parallel to the moon
Sometimes waxing, sometimes wanning
Quarter...half... full...new

Like the moon our lives change
Phases they drift from one to the next
Spring...summer...fall...winter

Glowing in clear skies
Hiding behind clouds
Dark...light...full...bright

Steady the moon is when storms come in the night
When daylight does break we give up the fight
Pushing...pulling...dipping...curving

The man in the moon, the Goddess she calls
Both coexist to bring peace once and for all
Mysterious...curious...tempting...knowing

Our lives are parallel to the moon
It needs us and we need it
Careful...cautious...revered...distant