The Moon

I watched the moon as it looked down on me,

the secrets I whisper, the moon keeps safely. 

It found its way through the naked winter trees 

and if it could talk oh! the stories it would breathe. 

It would tell of a love that holds my heart tenderly, 

and a story of a women who met up with a dream. 

The night has a peace all of its own and yet I find

myself wondering why I lay here all alone. 

I watched the moon as it looked down on me, 

the secrets I whisper, the moon keeps safely. 

It found its way through the naked winter trees 

and if it could talk, Oh! the stories it would breathe. 

The tears that I hide behind each smile are from 

my heart the sadness when you are not around. 

I thought that time was as they say , "the great

healer" that would soothe my heartache. 

I watched the moon as it looked down on me, 

the secrets I whisper, the moon keeps safely. 

It found its way through the naked winter trees 

and if it could talk, Oh! the stories it would breathe.