The moon sports a Cheshire grin tonight,
hiding its face behindaa sly smiling light.
It will be revealed in the fullness of time,
when over the brow of the hill it’ll climb,
Many tell us, though it varies, it’s the same,
playing hide and seek with the sun, a game.
Mirroring light from the cosmos streaming,
a tiny mote and a million roaches teeming.
When the Cheshire moon presents its face,
Ere it turns again, we might find its grace.
Or will we only, eternally lie and pretend?
Naught changes, ever, forever without end.
Like the moon is the way that children play.
The game differs, but it is still the same day,
Until we’re hollered home, when night falls,
till one day we’re only the parent who calls.
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