Too much in love with Tonight's moon to go to sleep... The evening primrose. - By Yasuharu Hanaoka (with Bob Eklund) With deepest thanks to Yasaharu Hanaoka for his inspiration and photograph of the evening primrose, whose name in Japanese, "Tsuki-mi-saw," means "flower looking at the moon." Comments Showing 2 comments MattieWarren 19 April I just love your work on "She is an Astronomer". I will post this on my <a href="http://www.easyessayhelp.info/grademiners-com-review/">grademiners</a> page as well. Good work once again as I see the best writing work on your page. Keep it up! Reply MattieWarren 19 April Click here Reply You...

The Moon is a beautiful sight I look up at it every night I see the stars around it Oh isn't space a beautiful place by Sophie Murphy, age 8, Ireland. Sophie Murphy is the granddaughter of Eileen Finnegan who submitted the poem, " The Moon has a bright and shiny face ". After seeing her grandmother's poem, Sophie was inspired to write one herself. Comments Showing 1 comments MattieWarren 19 April I just love your work on "She is an Astronomer". I will post this on my grademiners page as well. Good work once again as I...

After every sunset I awake To catch His light for your sake Bruised and beaten, I follow Swallowing night's sorrow I pull the tears of the world And lift your oceans swirled Peeling the high tide away Saying, Look up, look, here's the way So when it is night And there's none other in sight Than my reflection of light Remember I will make it alright By Hilary Scheppers (Los Angeles, US) Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login

At the time of dusk When night slowly spreads, On the path of stars, The moon lightly treads. Its spellbinding dance, Its silver attire Make us all subjects Of its dark empire. by B. Siri Lalitya, Bangalore, India Author's Note – When I look up at the moon, I sometimes feel like it is watching over us, like a second guardian after the sun. It's like we're all subjects of its vast empire. I can only be in awe of its importance and beauty. And that feeling led me to write this poem. Comments You need JavaScript to be...

I could never fathom The joy you brought into my night. Moon, oh moon You are my earth's only natural satellite. You are far more than just a celestial body Your gravitational influence regenerates me. Whether you are new, on the first or last phase, or full You knock me right off of my feet, so sweet and wonderful. Though we are more than a thousand miles away Standing in the light of your halo makes me sway. I might be marrying other interests aside from you, But no one could ever beat my heart uniquely as you do. ...