He walked from the dark side of the moon, and saw the light.

His eyes shined, illuminated, sacred and bright.

From galaxy to galaxy he searched for a place to call home.

He hopped from crater to crater, knowing he would be forever alone.

Until one day a hand reached out, out of the darkness.

She asked him his name, and he simply replied “Moonwalker”

She laughed and wondered who would name their child such a silly name.

She wondered what he was in search of money? power? fame?

His eyes too innocent, and his gaze to pure.

His walk too shaky like an infant, and his laugh too immature.

She warned him warmly, “Its a cold world out there” she pointed to the sphere full of colors “Wrap yourself up like a cacoon”

He smiled and replied. “Good thing I live on the moon”.

She showed him fire, she showed him air, she showed him money.

He asked “Is that all that is there?”

“Is the earth not interesting?” she asked, turned, and stopped.

He smirked “Instead of visit, I would rather watch”

So when the moon is full, it draws closer to us, just pause and stop talking.

You might just hear the laugh and see the eyes of the moonwalker.