“Space
The Final Frontier”
Planets, stars, the moon, the sun
Now I won’t write some cliche about how the sun dies every night to let the moon live
Or how the moon only shines because it reflects the sun's light
Or just about how awesome the sun is
and how it keeps us alive
But I will write about how beautiful a full moon is on a cold dark night
So big, you could almost touch it
Except
It is still so far away
Sometimes I see the moon
And burst into tears because
I cannot feel the moon
Only the cold chill of night
The moon is an art piece
You could call him god's masterpiece
Untouchable,
Indescribably beautiful
The moon and its power over the ocean
Controlling its tides
Sometimes strong
Sometimes weak
Always present
Its as if the moon and ocean
Have a commitment
That is really forever
The moon- a chunk of the earth
That just strayed
A little too far from home
The moon and his many phases
Yet he is still one in the same
The moon- a contradiction
Hiding away
Before showing his true face
But let me tell you a secret
This isn't about the moon
This is about my heart,
Being four thousand eight hundred and five miles from its home
A whole different country
So far out of reach
A moon, For only my eyes to see
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
“Space
The Final Frontier”
Planets, stars, the moon, the sun
Now I won’t write some cliche about how the sun dies every night to let the moon live
Or how the moon only shines because it reflects the sun's light
Or just about how awesome the sun is
and how it keeps us alive
But I will write about how beautiful a full moon is on a cold dark night
So big, you could almost touch it
Except
It is still so far away
Sometimes I see the moon
And burst into tears because
I cannot feel the moon
Only the cold chill of night
The moon is an art piece
You could call him god's masterpiece
Untouchable,
Indescribably beautiful
The moon and its power over the ocean
Controlling its tides
Sometimes strong
Sometimes weak
Always present
Its as if the moon and ocean
Have a commitment
That is really forever
The moon- a chunk of the earth
That just strayed
A little too far from home
The moon and his many phases
Yet he is still one in the same
The moon- a contradiction
Hiding away
Before showing his true face
But let me tell you a secret
This isn't about the moon
This is about my heart,
Being four thousand eight hundred and five miles from its home
A whole different country
So far out of reach
A moon, For only my eyes to see
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