As the sun bids adieu to all earthlings, And Lady night spreads out her magnificent shawl Sequin like stars stud the deep dark sky And they twinkle mischievously from afar. Then quite suddenly above the horizon, One senses the arrival of yet another captivist Rising majestically, glowing brighter and brighter The moon makes his grand entry At times a full opaline white beauty, At times a delicate small crescent However he might be it's always his presence that, Marks the entire night's crescendo. Bathing the city in his pearly moonlight, Right from a small baby to an old man, Enchanting each one of it's onlookers, The moon creates a bond, He awakens an emotion so powerful. As he gracefully flaunts his centre stage position, My mind can't help but wonder why He seems so near but yet is afar, Why he's universal, yet feels like our own. I think of the moon from each one's view, Right from a poet's perspective To a space walker's eye But the deeper I delve, the more that I ponder My mind just can't figure out so as to Why is every feeling connected to the moon so paradoxical?