My Moon

As I sit by my window, just before bed;

I see the sun go down and the moon rise again.

I look at its shape and its glow and I seed;

a big, big, smile shinning back at me.

I say hello and he'll say hi back.

He tells a funny a joke as I laugh;

he sings me to sleep as I close my eyes.

That's why he's my moon; yes, only mine.