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