#moonman - Hello Poetry

. *he lays perfectly still, with his back, one with the ground. his hand, tracking the cadence in his chest, as he milks poetry out of the moon.* .

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Apr 19, 2021

Apr 19, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC

ryn

Moonman

. *he lays perfectly still, with his back, one with the ground. his hand, tracking the cadence in his chest, as he milks poetry out of the moon.* .

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So, stare up at noon with stars up at night I’ll have the moon, you’ll have the light I’ll see you soon, and so happens we might Stare up to you, quiet goodbye Moonman/Sunman Moonman made morning Sunman had it Moonman saw evening Sunman hadn’t Moonman left evening Sunman hasn’t Moonman missed morning Sunman has it So, stare up at one with clouds out a ways I’ll have the sun, you’ll have the days I’ll see you son, and in your stays Stare up to one, why, it would wave Moonman/Sunman Moonman made morning Sunman had it Moonman saw evening Sunman hadn’t Moonman left evening Sunman hasn’t Moonman missed morning Sunman has it Moonman/Sunman Moonman/Sunman

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Dec 6, 2020

Dec 6, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC

peterr

Moonman/Sunman

So, stare up at noon with stars up at night I’ll have the moon, you’ll have the light I’ll see you soon, and so happens we might Stare up to you, quiet goodbye Moonman/Sunman Moonman made morning Sunman had it Moonman saw evening Sunman hadn’t Moonman left evening Sunman hasn’t Moonman missed morning Sunman has it So, stare up at one with clouds out a ways I’ll have the sun, you’ll have the days I’ll see you son, and in your stays Stare up to one, why, it would wave Moonman/Sunman Moonman made morning Sunman had it Moonman saw evening Sunman hadn’t Moonman left evening Sunman hasn’t Moonman missed morning Sunman has it Moonman/Sunman Moonman/Sunman

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Sometimes I imagine, I'm the man on the moon. Brought to this existence, Entirely to soon. Without choice was I, Cast into this role, While being forced to watch, All the beauty and wonder below. To watch the youth, Rumble and tumble, Grow fair and strong, See their joy and their trouble. Unable to lend hand, Or participate, Simply from afar, All this I must take. To see a love flourish, And the agony of loss, I'd give all of my mass, To be a part of their flock. As the ultimate outsider, No chance to be held... As the ultimate outsider, In the distance I dwell...

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Jan 4, 2017

Jan 4, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC

robsthoughts

Being Moonman...

Sometimes I imagine, I'm the man on the moon. Brought to this existence, Entirely to soon. Without choice was I, Cast into this role, While being forced to watch, All the beauty and wonder below. To watch the youth, Rumble and tumble, Grow fair and strong, See their joy and their trouble. Unable to lend hand, Or participate, Simply from afar, All this I must take. To see a love flourish, And the agony of loss, I'd give all of my mass, To be a part of their flock. As the ultimate outsider, No chance to be held... As the ultimate outsider, In the distance I dwell...

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Here I still float, In a void of space. Cold and still watching, From the same distant place. I drift around aimless, But guided by the pulls, Of a wanting to be held, In the gravity of loves flow. I see them look up, Sometimes upon me. Often looking past, It's the stars that they see. Yet little do these wonders, Of life down below, Realize I see similar, Sorts of twinkles and glows. Occasionally I spot one, A love I yearn for. Such a gentle sweet kindness, From them, freely pours. Always steadfast, Locked down in place. Of a different cosmic object, And not to mingle in my fate. I know I can't crash, Myself into their world. So silently I'll drift... In my slow solitary twirl...

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Sep 5, 2019

Sep 5, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC

robsthoughts

Moonman Continues

Here I still float, In a void of space. Cold and still watching, From the same distant place. I drift around aimless, But guided by the pulls, Of a wanting to be held, In the gravity of loves flow. I see them look up, Sometimes upon me. Often looking past, It's the stars that they see. Yet little do these wonders, Of life down below, Realize I see similar, Sorts of twinkles and glows. Occasionally I spot one, A love I yearn for. Such a gentle sweet kindness, From them, freely pours. Always steadfast, Locked down in place. Of a different cosmic object, And not to mingle in my fate. I know I can't crash, Myself into their world. So silently I'll drift... In my slow solitary twirl...

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