The Glance Of A Father

The moonwalks the sky late at night,                  

Looking for stars he may have dropped,

From the upturned corners of his smile.

As he strolls, he beams down upon,

the swaying leaves of the trees,

that guard the graves of silent souls,

with its protective gaze.

The moonbeams even at those who sneer and leer,

He hopes to bring them Depth and Tranquility.

He gazes fondly at the sleeping child,

Who lovingly feeds nectar to the fairies.

With its fatherly beams, he caresses her hair,

Which maker her smile in her sleep.

He walks on collecting his stars on the way,

pausing only to feel the night

And slowly he blends away with the sky.

Smiling and waiting for another night.