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Man in the Moon
You
might never have him, but you can watch him.
You can sense him.
He effects the world around you, even your own psyche,
But few will ever touch him.
He is a ghost to you, moving you, tossing your oceans,
Haunting you every evening.
Seeing him in all his splendor drives some to madness, and some to
glory.
Sometimes hiding, sometimes revealing everything, unashamed.
Sometimes worshiped, sometimes feared.
Sometimes blamed, sometimes cursed.
Sometimes ignored, often forgotten.
He is a constant symbol of something so close, yet so impossibly far
away.
He is the dream you embrace in your sleep on cold winter evenings,
And early summer mornings.
He is the voice that whispers to you when you forget his name.
Those who find him see the problems of this earth as distant, removed.
Though you may forget him, he's always there.
Even when clouds hide his face, he is there.
As long as the sun gives him life, he will shine eternally.
He is your destiny, your secret dream, your true love.
And though you may never embrace him physically,
His light will ceaselessly illuminate your face,
If you’ll watch him hover intimately above you,
Smiling with a tear in his eye,
Wishing he could hold you too.
January
7, 1998
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