Oh Dear Moon

Oh dear moon sitting in your quiet orb, My brother and companion. How can you Stay silent amidst the night sky enclosed By beauty and exquisiteness too far Too reach? Are you not jealous of the stars And their stories and fame? Do you sleep at Day and dream of becoming a diamond Instead of a rock surrounded by gems? How can you even breath and simply Say “I am fine” standing in the shadow— Forever, of the radiant red sun? But yet, you still glow each and every Night, amongst the many Gods and legends That man has accepted and admired. Oh my dearest moon, we will leave our mark. Submitted for Deborah Guzzi’s “Mission Impossible” contest