“The Man in the Moon” by Barbara Selig

Barbara Selig (1951). “The Sleep comes in a dark blue color. Sleep means slipping gently from one world into another. Sleep is the time my inner life can come out to play freely express itself. Sleep is utter relaxation. Melting, releasing, seeping. When I cannot sleep I listen to my breathing in and out of my nose. I love scents of pine, patchouli… ” She sang “The Man in the Moon” written by her mother Paula Helen Wilbur Lindsay.

“The Man in the Moon” by Paula Helen Wilbur Lindsay

The man in the moon is a jolly little fellow,

He is fat and round and so very, very yellow,

When the sun goes down at night

The moon comes up to shine so bright.

He looks through your window

And beckons you to come.

The man in the moon as a kindly little elf,

And if you close your eyes

You may visit him yourself.

So go to sleep, my darling one,

Go to sleep and dream

Of a journey to the man in the moon.

“The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky” by Vachel Lindsay

The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there's but a rim of scraps,
That crumble all away.

The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that...greedy
North...Wind...eats...again!

"The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky" from Collected Poems by Vachel Lindsay. Reprinted with the permission of Nicholas C. Lindsay on behalf of the Estate of Vachel Lindsay. (wikipedia)

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