They is a myth that if you smile
at the moon she will reach out her hands
and give you a kiss.
Through it is invisible too you.
The kiss will you bring you good dreams, they say.
Some believed that the moon would rise you up
from death and bring you to her kingdom for awaited bliss,
Then you would be rebirthed and she would make that
decision based on display,
So you better be good, or she will give you something
like a beetle, or make you float into the abyss.
But all along there was never a single story about
her thoughts and feelings on her difficult way.
The moon saw the people smile at her, and she would fall in love
and come down and meet the lips of them
with her own soft, rosy lips.
But they would always turn back around and go on to bed,
and leave her there by the window
with her hand still outstretched.
The moon was naive, you see, and she believed in
everlasting love, but was still always left with the feeling
still on her fingertips.
She would see the soul leave the life of the body that
just recently died, she would take the pain away and fetched
The body from the gasps of the dark that could steal it away.
The body would stay there for a only a bit, enough for sips,
Of sparkling moonlight to feel into their lungs and stomach,
enough to make a friend. And then she would have to make the
decision and she sketched.
She give them up for the next life.
She crafted her own loneliness, and weaved
her own tragic, reading from the scripts.
They was a another myth, that most everyone knows,
that the moon and the sun were brother and sister.
Together they used to be sweet, cherry blossoming kids,
but they had to work and they got separated.
Now every eclipse, where the sun and moon are together,
they embrace each other,
and they talk for the minutes that they have left,
talks about how the sun missed her.
Then they had to split up,
tear away from each other,
be alone again,
because the people need to sun and the moon apart, utterly dedicated.
The moon is forever destined to be alone.
Only awake when others sleep soundly.
Never enjoyed for more then a few minutes
When you look outside your window
For the glimpse of the moonlight.
Only destined upon when buglers make
Bad choices in the night.
Destined to forever be just that, the moon.
Alone and yet so worshiped.