First it looked so strange and dim
In the mirror near the wall,
Then I checked it from the window
Just the waning moon that's all
I thought about the moon that night
It had so little left to shine,
But in its late arising
Its path had crossed with mine
I thought about the fading light
Reflecting from the glass,
The power of a dying moon
So faithful to the last.
Just how the moon had found me
When I had turned away,
And brought its beam into my room
For a moment just to stay.
I know now why I couldn't sleep
For there before my eyes,
A waning moon so faithful
Had a message from the skies.
Sometimes I feel just like the moon
I'm waning in life's race,
Let me beam a light as faithful
As the one that lit my face.
Copyright
Harold Rideout
In the mirror near the wall,
Then I checked it from the window
Just the waning moon that's all
I thought about the moon that night
It had so little left to shine,
But in its late arising
Its path had crossed with mine
I thought about the fading light
Reflecting from the glass,
The power of a dying moon
So faithful to the last.
Just how the moon had found me
When I had turned away,
And brought its beam into my room
For a moment just to stay.
I know now why I couldn't sleep
For there before my eyes,
A waning moon so faithful
Had a message from the skies.
Sometimes I feel just like the moon
I'm waning in life's race,
Let me beam a light as faithful
As the one that lit my face.
Copyright
Harold Rideout
