The Dark Side Of The Moon

Another world where love bloomed with no hatred,
things thought about before they were even said,
no robots, held together voluntarily, wonderfully,
although, merriment, someone fell into a crater sea.

Someone like you was no more, padded right out,
no moans regarding what lunar life was all about;
we watched them explore, other side of the door,
and felt sorry because never found what looking for.

It was light after all, now we were the same colour, 
a difference, when everone had an equal palour;
we worshipped the stars and the passing aurora,
not to mention the milky way and bright andromeda.

Visitors were shepherded away - back to acid Earth,
where they squandered from the moment of their birth.