Christmas Morn

Misty moon; Shimmering,
in a whispy, cloudy sky;
Round and full and glimmering,
you hang for passers by;

Guiding light of fortune past
and beacon to the lost;
With prying eye you gaze at me
and feel my sense of loss;

Forgive me now, my misty moon,
and ask of me not "why?"
I look to you the Christmas morn
to tend my tearful eye;

For those I love are gone today
and think of them, I will;
But not with sadness in my heart,
their smiles surround me still;

So on this Christmas morn,
my moon,
I hope and I will pray,
that all who see your caring stare
enjoy this happy day.

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