Mr. Moon- a poem


The moon shines bright

In the dark of the night

Beckoning it’s beholders to dream

Of lovely days in purple haze

Sitting and wondering

What is it that life’s worth?

“Look at my craters”, says Mr. Moon

They run wide and deep

And so shall you be filled with them

And the rewards of life you shall reap.

Oh tell me, Moon-y

What is it like, to shine in the light of another?

“you let them shine”, says he to me

Till you find your own kind of lover.