Mum used to read this poem to my brothers and I before we went to sleep. I read it at her funeral as a goodnight to her. Every time I see the moon, in my head i'll repeat the first two lines. And now, I think of her as I see it. She's up there somewhere, in the moon and the wind, looking over me. I love you Mum x The Moon is Up - Alfred Noyes The moon is up, the stars are bright. the wind is fresh and free! We're out to seek the gold tonight across the silver sea! The world is growing grey and old: break out the sails again! We're out to see a Realm of Gold beyond the Spanish Main. We're sick of all the cringing knees, the courtly smiles and lies God, let Thy singing channel breeze lighten our hearts and eyes! Let love no more be bought and sold for earthly loss or gain; We're out to seek an Age of Gold beyond the Spanish Main. Beyond the light of far Cathay, beyond all mortal dreams, Beyond the reach of night and day Our El Dorado gleams, Revealing - as the skies unfold - A star without a stain, The Glory of the Gates of Gold beyond the Spanish Main.