Moon

For anyone who feels alone in the world, their will always be one thing that will never leave you.

A glow surrounds its being

A spot light on the world

A prison of no corners, stabs you with grace

It changes each night a mystery to be solved

Seen by all, but not all the time

The man looks down watching

As we look up in awe

The one thing that never leaves and is always constant

Shimmers as glass when looked at right

Its magic sparkles in the children’s eyes

No place farther, in so close

A arms reach away but unatonable as love

You close one eye to find its imperfections

Only to find more beauty

The one we all look to and call

The man,

On the moon.