You, the Moon, and Me

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you, the moon, and me

drifters of the cold lonely night

reachable and certainly free

no strings attached unlike the flying kite


you are the person of yourself

what you are is who you really are

not just a thing at the cupboard or shelf

but a bright little twinkling star


the moon is there not far away

when your dark times pass you by

the light is bright like the break of day

molding a life cast in golden clay


there is me tailgating when you cried

a ready hand when hate doesn’t subside

believing you when all has painfully lied

laying all the truth right by your side…


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