Early Morning
Between the shutters I can see
A light far away shining at me
It's 4 in the morning and nothing is going on
But the light fascinates me, I wonder where it's from?
And as I lie awake wondering what to say
I realise that this thing is slowly moving away
Curious I move my head to get a better view
When a cloud crosses its path and obscures it too
Not deterred I gaze at the sky hoping it'll come back soon
Then suddenly I see it again, for it's our moon.
poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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