The moon
That moon
That same moon that hold us all
Holds our thoughts
our minds
rests there
only so that we won't be blind.
That moon makes me cry.
Infinite years
of infinite thoughts
cascading through the sky
from infinite minds
to be held in a place
where never lies
where no one sleeps
and no one dies
A place where no one goes
yet it envelopes me
and takes my soul
for me to see
Moon
