upon the colorless face
of the moon
an unforeseen story begins
impossible to arouse
the children from their sopor
so to fathom the story of the moon they cannot
rising, the night swallows the children
with hopes of queens
seen only in dreams
cast under an umbrella of magic and confusion
where the welfare of man
is to outlive the days of the earth
walking
running towards
hope
carelessness
laughter
this is the story of the moon

a tree so strong
never moving
stand your ground
though confusing
to love through the night
though you can't see
to trust with blind faith
this could never be me
enduring through all
with hope so vast
loving all the while
I give hope to those steadfast