What The Moon Sees

The moon looks from above,
Seeing juvenile love,
Seeing devious crimes,
Listening to the wind chimes,
Listening to silence,
Or to the drunk as he repents,
The moon see's through the darkness,
Catching site of the true us,
Catching site of horrible abominations,
Or secret relations,
Of deadly intent and hidden guns,
Surrounded by a devouring shadow,
It lights the alley and the meadow,
It comforts the broken,
And tells of words not yet spoken,
Snow white,
Seeing complete wrong and complete right,
Oh what the moon can see,
It can see the real you and me,
It can set the punished free,
Or help the guilty flea,
I look out my window,
To see it's expression from earth's show,
Yes, and I see a faint glow,
A glow from burning anger or ecstatic happiness,
'Tis the question for your mind to caress.