Man in the Moon

Sliver of moon on a pitch black night.

Stars in heaven twinkle like candle light.

The Man in the Moon stares vacantly at me,

while his other eye stares into eternity.

I want to know what the other eye sees.

From the dark side of the moon I'd launch into the void,

like a black hole tugging on an asteroid.

Into serene darkness and silence I'd flow,

where comets and red dwarves and nebulas glow.

Slung this way and that by gravitational pull,

points of light all around in a darkness so full.

From my vantage I look, from whence where I came,

I see a dark eye looking my way.

-Nordski-