Butch had a lady friend whom he has known for a long time.  He asked me to write a poem for her.  This is a request I would get from others all the time and usually I can come up with something.  Butch told me she likes oceans, moonlight and other romantic ideas.  I wrote a poem and gave it to Butch to edit,since he knew the lady, and I did not.  He made a change to the last line and with great apology hoped I would not be offended.  The change was perfect!  I like it and kept it as part of the poem.  I am not so vain about what I write as to be unwilling to accept suggestions that make it better.  What I write is subject to change, and never cast in concrete.  Butch finally accepted this and sent to his friend:

                            FINGERS OF THE MOON

Daytime passes with fading light, say farewell to the setting sun.

Welcome the guardian of the night the moon's for every one.

Marvel at this orb seldom seen by day.

If the moon could speak, what stories would it say?

How many lovers has it seen at home or in the park?

Walking together hand in hand a stolen kiss in the dark.

And when the finger of the moon touches on the sea

We find that all the color is gone; black and white is all we see.

The gentle rise and fall of the waves, the pulsing rhythm of La Mer

Transcending knowledge that's in the sea is there for all to share.

Although the moon seems far away the, ocean can not hide

It's daily ebb and flow... what we call the tide.

In the night we wonder what could be the master plan

As in the night we wander leaving our foot prints in the sand.

All our lives they've been there... Luna and La Mer

As stewards of the earth it's up to us to care

And should you wish to be there, make it happen soon

Alone or together by the sea, watching the finger of the moon.

Daytime passes with fading light, say farewell to the setting sun.

Welcome the guardian of the night.  The moon's for every one.

8/90 MICC