The Man in the Moon

The Moon

Palely shines his damp light,

His watery eyes filled to the brim

With grief, and loneliness.

Wishing for light,

Afraid that the empty blackness

Should swallow him up.

Praying for freedom,

Afraid that he is trapped

In his orbit and

Dreaming

That he were someone else.

Once in a blue moon

He changes his countenance

And tries to hide in the turquoise blackness.

He wishes he were full