musings...
the moon is very bright tonight and is shining in my window. i am very glad about this, because i have missed it... so i sung the song, the nursery song everyone sings "i see the moon, the moon sees me, the moon sees somebody i want to see"... you know.i wasn't able to see the man in the moon, until i spoke to someone, it wasn't even about the moon, it's just that after singing that song, i hope that they are singing it too... and then i actually saw him, the man in the moon. the face and everything... so real, dreamlike though, and i wonder... am i exactly like you? to end alone up in the sky with my head in the clouds? am i a poet destined for bohemian tragedy up in the heavens? do i serve a purpose at all? and then i realized, as alone as the man in the moon must be, people sing to him every night, looking for reassurance. he is there, so few people notice him or bother looking. i mean especially in modern society it's all about individualism, but look around you, look, just LOOK! okay? look... there are people dying, lovers separating, children crying, and people at war, and we are trying to understand it all... or none of it because we are so selfish. and when i say we i mean we, us... everyone. you too, me too. we've all forgotten those times of kindergarten where the moon wasn't so mysterious, but comforting, we've forgotten times when a mom or dad was the best thing in the world to have near... and love, love... well we actually knew what it mean then, but now it's just another mystery to never understand forevermore. we've lost our hearts to science, the moon is just orbiting earth, not watching us like a guardian angel. the man in the moon is dead. just craters...
it's kind of late, but i just want to watch the moon... it is very bright tonight after all.
zachary p. borst
Words by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2006-08-09 at 09:32
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