Take a look at
The moon
You'll see it's silver shimmer
You'll see it's craters, honey
You'll see it's phases.
Take a look at
The moon
Like men of long ago did.
Like men of today did.
See all it's phases.
All men under the moon are not immortal.
I look at
The moon.
With the neighbor's cat purring
With my dear father laughing.
Both have moved on.
I look at
The moon
Solitary in body but not in spirit.
He's with me during midnight.
Watching the moon.
It's been 9 months since my dad passed away. My favorite thing to do with him right before we passed away was to feed the neighbor's cats and watch the moon. We both marveled at it's errie glow. We also marveled at the fact that men thousands of years ago also did the same thing, watching this shimmering white peice of rock in an immense vacum.
The neighbors who had the cat that always visited me and my dad moved away.
Now I look at the moon by myself. Not really. I always have somebody watching it with me.