The Moon

 gazing at the pale in the dark 

and wonder what secrets it holds 

or sees in the hideous souls of men 

and women, 

prowling in the dark

the moon sneaks behind the moon 

as though going to bed 

with a secret lover 

but then it emerges again 

and shines as though nothing happened 

and life goes on 

the throb of the night life 

sings its tunes and dirges 

awaiting another day 

and another night