Full of milky light <br />And the night's soft tread <br />The clouds carried on to reach, <br />The moon as she bled. <br />Darkness surrounded her <br />Even as she emitted her own light, <br />Tears sparkled <br />Like the fireflies' light. <br />Someone has yet to know her tears <br />For the world is sound asleep. <br />The sun has gone down <br />And stars are too far away <br />To see her weep. <br />The clouds full of empathy <br />Reached out to her and <br />Expressed their sympathy. <br />They held her in their loving embrace <br />Shutting the world off of her light <br />And her sad grace. <br /> <br />The moon wept <br />So did the clouds <br />Wrapping up the earth <br />In their rainy shroud. <br />That night on, <br />They made a pact, <br />To build a friendship <br />That would forever last. <br /> <br />Once a month the moon takes a holiday, <br />During then, she and the clouds <br />Sit down and speak, <br />About love, life, struggles and maydays, <br />That holiday is now known <br />As the New Moon day.<br /><br />Isabella Francis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-moon-22/
