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