One of his favorite moments
in all the memories he’s compiling
is when he walks in the early morning
and it seems, to him, the moon is smiling.
He’s amazed how the moon’s smile
from way up there in space
can travel in an instant
and land upon his face.
He believes there’s something magical
in the way the moon shares her smile with such ease…
and for the rest of the day he’s inspired to share that smile
with everyone he sees.
I applaud your
I applaud your originality---I cannot remember ever reading a poem that ascribes a smile to the Moon. I have seen it used in a much eerier way, but not so pleasantly as this poem describes. Are you familiar with Oscar Wilde's descriptions of the Moon in his play, Salome? Very much different than this poem; Wilde' words push into the edge of eeriness, while your poem has an almost "sunny" (no pun intended) disposition.
Starward