I'm already home tonight, however, in the poetic spirit of things I actually wrote a poem yesterday. Can I count that?

'Tis it only light reflected, That you grace upon me nightly? In essence the same true love, That in day shines so brightly. Why are you considered different? For you shine not alone. Set in a bed of stars, I worship you on your throne.

If I am unable to see the Moon, can I use my Sky dish as a substitute and if so, is it OK to communicate with it wordlessly via the remote control? I do hope so because I have composed the following: Dear little Sky Dish, Please do grant me this one wish, As your service is not free, Will you record all my TV?

It is cloudy here but a bus passed by with football supporters on it one was pullng a moon in the back window will that do?

Its quiet and dark , just me and the moon... Why am I walking, I have a 4 door Saloon? Ahh that's right, I'm walking the dog... But he has gone, he's hunting a frog... What was that? It looked like a strobe... I hope the aliens arn't invading the globe! I'll probably wake up in a white robe... With very sore bits after an anal butt probe... Ok,enough, this is freaking me out Wheres the dog, I'll give him a shout There he is ! He's walking funny? I hope E.T. hasnt entered his tummy The silly mutt has found a stick Thats twice his length and a quarter as thick I makes me wonder how dogs got this far Without an owner, a brain or a car Wrestling a stick, under a sky full of stars Still not far now, there is the street I'll get rid of the stick and clean the dogs feet Stick the furball in the back of the car Drop him back home, then get to a bar!

Sorry, no moon tonight..

i wrote this for a dear friend: Two years ago this very day,was your last on earth with me. I close my eyes and hear your voice,and eveywhere I see, Reminders of my little boy,who grew into a man. Who was my light,my only son whom I will see again. Until that day on clear lit nights,I gaze to the right of the moon, At the brightest star,it's you my son ,I will be with you soon. In the still and quiet of the night around there is no other, I wipe a tear as I hear your voice,"Don't cry,I love you,Mother.

I will look at the sky, as I often do ... I will meditate, as I always do, but I'm not very poetic, so no on that part.

Sadly, I don't possess much poetic talent.

No moon showing but I came up with something to share. Dancing in the Rain Another cloudy day on the horizon of my life, filled with deep emotion in a world full of strive. Watch the storm clouds gather that brings in the rain, hear the wind whistle against the weather vane. I see a flash of lighting and hear the thunder roll, soon the rain will follow, as the storm takes it's role. Many watch from within their homes, sheltered from the rain, but I much rather dance in a free spirited childlike inane. Some will say I am silly and others will judge me insane, but they will never know the thrill of dancing in the rain.

Reflection of life, as a distant land Near our star, so many others that pull me near Heart expands and loves this universe Grateful for being Warmth and glow Uniting......

There goes the moon high up in the sky She shines not only on the deep blue sea as she passes by She guides us with her luminous light As she glistened in the dark of the night Her face is so round and beaming and bright When we walk through the dark and bumpy road Stepping on lizards, frogs and toad My beautiful moon so high up in the sky

Twinkle Twinkle Little Moon Would you like a chance to croon So that all of us would swoon 'cause none of us can carry a tune :)

Dearest moon, dearest spirit Thank you for placing Donald Rumsfeld on this earth When your light shines upon his hair It reflects his strength and spirit Across the globe, forcing us all to realize his immense power

Moon come out to play, Among the stars of the Milky Way; And gratify my heart, With a vision that won't soon part. Glowing and so white, Like a flower lights up the night! Like a statue bronzed by sun, You stand in position when day is done. Blossoming moon, Gone so soon; I close my eyes, then it's noon Night has withered, like a prune.

I don't know how poetic this is...and I love Christopher Walken movies so this is probably cheating... At close range the moon seems like Biloxi blues and Scotland Pa. But after brainstorming all those thoughts of suicide kings, the addiction, and the dead zone are swept away by the blast from the past. After some more steps and some quiet reflection I can become the deer hunter again and see the pennies from heaven. Oh yeah, over the hill, Batman returns!

As I look above the trees at night I wonder and wander in mind and insight. Darkening skies where clouds used to be When will I ever meet David Cassidy??!!?? Sorry, this started out good and then went to pot...

Amazing miracle of time and space Grant me the serenity of your galactic arms The brightness of your eyes sees all within the Heavenly realm It's late, I'm tired, but it's a start.

Ebony seas of heaven, Emptiness greeting my upward gaze, I search above To find only stars ablaze With loneliness. Veils of clouds so pale, So charming as if to futile hide The glaring darkness of the night, All this I abide For rosy sunrise hues. Loud silence overcoming, My sigh the peace breaking, My step on the stair echoing, I flee the gloom, I flee the truth, I flee what I lack strength to face.

Thank you Rick sorry it took so long but here ya go... The colors of the Earth, like reflections in a childs eye right now this child is wondering why so many people in the world are lost and alone without a place that they can call home This Child is wondering why people suffer lost and afraid hiding their light under cover not looking up to see the light but instead are getting ready for a fight This child wishes that they all could see what it is like to be alive and being born free, if we all looked up instead of around we might see, that we are safe sound This child wants to know, if this could be achieved where people know the truth, and trully believe with all their hearts and souls, they know this love that comes from God in Heaven above This Child is wondering, if her dream will come true the one were there was a very long Que of people waiting to go into A Heavenly garden cause they had been true and were all pardoned in this dream were trillions of souls all waiting in line to reach that goal they had been through tears and lots of pain but never gave up with all the strain This Child wonders now after this dream if what we are told is the way it should be there were trillions of people not only a few all of the world was in this Que now to see this awesone sight what we have been told doesnt seem to be right cause if we believe in what they do say there wouldnt be so many in the dream that day now to end this poem on a childs dream and right now this child wants to forget what has been not look to a future that will never be there she wants to live right Now and show that she cares so i hope that in your life, you know this true love that comes from God in Heaven above we all are children in the eyes of our Father its about time we awoke, and come to gather:)