A Man and the Moon Free Verse Version

Sebastian Writer of romance Oh how the women swoon Opening wide to their lovers Children named in his honor Strong men beg for but a few of his words They wish to be carried to bliss in their lovers arms The full Moon Sebastians single muse All other times devoid of inspiration No power flows from his enchanted pen Long nights waiting for his muse to arrive Torture for his inarticulate soul Yet his mind hatches a plan Finally the night arrives Moon in silvery glory Enchanted pen, golden cord Looping over his head Hurled into space Will it reach it's target? Too the centre of the moon Striking with force The Moon cries out in pain Sebastian reels in his prize Hand over hand The Moon shrinks with each progressive pull Pocket filled with moonlight taken home Sheltered from others eyes coveted glow for him alone Bathed in Moonlight Power courses through his veins No end to inspiration Moon's tears released by his pen Flowing to his page Days to hours Hours become years Yet no one comes to read The lovers have all disappeared No Moonlit kisses or walking beneath a moonbeamed sky Wolves no longer bay at the Moon The night is now a time to be feared Sailors unable to find their way home The guiding tides no longer exist Some find their way through the dark void Still there are no lovers to await their return The world has entered the dark ages Singers have lost their desire to sing Artists have hidden their brushes Where have all the poets gone? yet Sebastian continues to write The Moon begs to see the Ocean Sebastian places it in his hand He walks along a silent shore Ocean! please heed the Moon's call Come to her rescue Snatch her from Sebastian's hand Thankfully the ocean hears her call In an instant the Moon floats on the Sea Resurgent waves carry it away Increasing in size the Moon revitalized Sebastian swimming to recover prize Grabbing on with all his might as the Ocean forms a mighty hand Hurtling the moon into space Lovers emerge Romance is in the air Passions are realized They look to the sky in wonder Why had the moon abandoned their call? They listen to the voice of the waves crash upon the shore The Moon never wished to leave the sky Singers once again sing their songs of love Artists are inspired by the Moon's glow Look at their painting you will see A man on the moon With golden pen in hand unable to write His pages are far away If you havn't read the prose version have a look. I hope you enjoy my little tale. Entry for Free Verse Time Again Contest