That old moon under which I can dream
Sat pensively alone,
No interruptions to bother me
As I`m out of earshot of my phone.

Silently I can think and wonder
About others such as I,
Who also gather inspiration
Beneath a moonlit sky.

Maybe our bond`s not tangible
Never may we meet,
But the same comfort we can gather
When our day`s complete.

The beauty of an evening
That spreads a glow of hope,
So far and wide unmeasurable
Convincing anxious people they can cope.