I never ask the moon to speak
Or brighten it's nightly gleam.
I know it always shines for me;
Even while I sleep.
I never pray to the Lord
Or expect his love in return.
I know he watches over the world
And I'm part of the herd.
I never ask for my lover's hand
Because I am still looking
For something more than romance
To make my life fulfilling.
I never give to charity
Or tell someone how to be.
Because everyone has problems
And I'm still taking care of me.
And when the world ends,
I'll never get another chance
To see the moon shine again
Or ask the lord's forgiveness
And take my lover's promise
Nor ever lend a hand.
And if all this was for nothing;
Then I don't understand
Why I can't make life fulfilling
In such a short life span.
©lunarmarie
L