Man On The Moon Poem by Patti Masterman

Love down here seems to turn to something else;
In a few years time, familiar means contempt,
And it all starts out with ringing wedding bells;
But Love returns wherever before was sent:

For you're the angel; you're the man on the moon,
The pie in the sky, the one makes me swoon;
Through a million miles of burning starry nights,
My flighty heart's already taken flight.

You the gift, the heaven's sought to give,
For unknown reasons life cannot reveal;
You the hallowed heart, that stays to live;
You the love; no borrow, beg or steal:

For you're the angel; you're the man on the moon,
The pie in the sky, the one makes me swoon;
Through a million miles of burning starry nights,
My flighty heart's already taken flight.

In paradise we'll find our other part,
The one we left behind us at our birth;
The one that beats in time, with our own heart;
With luck someday, we'll find it down on Earth:

For you're the angel; you're the man on the moon,
The pie in the sky, the one makes me swoon;
Through a million miles of burning starry nights,
My flighty heart's already taken flight.