THE CHILDRENS MOON

Such rebel moon to tarry so
Way beyond your time to go
Clinging onto this days light
Displaced beauty of the night

Do you seek to find some magic way
To lounge within the light of day
To have your beauty known to all
Which oft is lost to nights dark cawl
 
For I view you there as bold as brass
On certain days in autumns blast
A rebel orb as white as snow
Casting down a sorrowed glow

The queen of night held dear in awe
A beacon gripped in earth's grim paw
A lonely sight as ever seen
And I wonder if I hear you keen

For Holly and Ben
....( some treasures are worth waiting for...)