The Moon and the Wandering Soul

Sometimes when I'm lonely
I look up at the moon
It stares back at me
With apt amusement
Sometimes I wish I were
The moon
That way I would never be lonely
With thousands of glittering friends
Tombs of fireflies
Who shone only when I
Unveiled my presence
To the midnight hour
Where fantasy derives
imagination breathes
Where wine skies
Cloud behind deep Mediterranean color's;
The original shape shifter
The moon is a wonder to behold
How lovely the moon must seem
To not only its millions of stars and seas of Earth
Who magnetize to its grace
But to the millions of individuals
Who gaze upon its glory
Inspiring the blue acrylic
Prompting intensity
Inviting my spirit
To leave this hollow carcass
And bound to its mercy
Pleading to be captive
In its shadowed eternity
To be servant to its command
And be friend the wonders of the night sky;
If I ever were to know yet not understand something so noble
Then I would fall to my knees
For the moon is all that I cannot say
The souls birth
The souls return

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