The Moon
I feel like the Tin Man, hallow inside. Here........BANG!!!!! on my chest and hear the empty rattling within.
At least when I gaze upon the moon, I know it's the same moon shining on you and it comforts me.
I know that its rays touch both of us and some how things seem a little brighter, a little warmer.
The moon lays hovering above the horizon,
suspended in heavens arms,
surrounded by twinkling stars.
Wispy clouds support it from above and below,
like giant hands, holding it up for all to see.
The golden aura, lights the skies and a friendly face,
smiles down and comforts, those who seek him out.
Such a beautiful sight to behold and yet,
in all its splendour, there is sadness.
He can do nothing but look down, upon the world
and reflect back on those gazing up at him.
Although he occupies the heavens with others
and is adored from below by countless,
he feels the grip of loneliness and dispair.
He knows that without sharing there is no purpose,
no meaning, no joy, just emptiness.
That is how I feel in your absence, lost and alone.
Are you thinking of me, as I think of you?
Do you feel the same yearning and pain,
the need to feel my touch, the warmth of my smile,
the thirst for my lips and the want of my embrace?
There is an inexplicable feeling when you look up at it,
sharing the moment with someone special.
You see a smiling and reassuring face reflecting back.
Like the face of a loved one standing beside you.
Hand in hand, two hearts beating as one.
