Tell Her, Mr. Moon Poem by Seamus Whittington Crawford III

So tell me Mr. Moon:
What’s she doing tonight?

Can you see her as clearly as I can see both of you?

Beneath her chocolate hair,
Are her eyes fixed upon your shining, round face?
Has she just glanced up from life and seen you and maybe, just maybe, thought of me?

Or is someone holding her now
While whispers of desire tickle her ears?

Tell me, Mr. Moon, what’s she doing tonight?

Can she see you now just as I do?
And is she thinking of us and how you
Were once
Our true secret friend?

If you were a mirror, could I see her eyes right now?

Is she walking on a beach, hand in another’s?
Or is she alone
With me on her mind?

Tell me, Mr. Moon, what’s she doing tonight?

Can she feel me when I think of her?
Hear me when I talk to her?
Is she a lost lover ‘remembering when…? ’
Or is she somebody’s else’s newfound friend?

Wanna let her know, Mr. Moon…
That I can see her clearly on a night like this.

All five senses will never forget.
I remember her taste, I remember her touch, I remember her look, I remember her voice
And, oh, I remember her smell...
But it’s the sixth sense we shared that makes me ask:

Tell me, Mr. Moon, what’s she doing tonight?

And if you can’t tell me that,
Then tell her for me, Mr. Moon,

What I’ve been doing tonight.