Moon Child
There once was a boy who tasted the moon
Who descended to Earth far too soon
It was then he discovered the stars
And saw tickles of life on Planet Mars
His fingers gently grazed across asteroid belts
And began to grasp at their taste and smells
While he floated down through the absence of air
And shed a silvery moonlight tear of care...
“I don't want to leave!” he said
I shall not sleep upon my bed;
At night I feel the grasp of fear
And the moon is no longer here
For at that height, it disappears...
There once was a moon who spoke to a boy
But his silvery voice could not be heard
Without words, he can only shine
Within his space, there was only time
To hear the broken pleas
To hear the wave-washed seas
That came from a lonely boy who saw him too soon
The boy who once tasted the moon...
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