This Child of the Stars: Love: Astronomer
By David Cortez
When we look to the moon at night,
dear ever watchful eye,
encircles patient mother earth
by day it says goodbye.
On surface rocky carapace,
dear Luna's nightly smile,
this little orb that loved the earth,
for ever more beguiled.
And like this moon of constancy,
our eyes fixed on the sky,
each night the stars and waning moon
are loved by watchful eyes.
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