I was saving this poem for later, but I think, it is needed now . . .

 

           Moon Above

              Moon above, I know you’re just a dead pearl

              orbiting the earth, no life in your dust,

              only frozen water pockets and craters

              deep as oceans of stone shadows,

              and yet—

              We humans give you a thousand names

              and legends, we whisper our wishes

              to you in the night and imagine you

              blessing them silver in your heart

              before sending them back to us,

              here on Earth—

              But I know we ground-bound beings

              will never match your airy purity,

              even if we seize your matchless

              cool heights in the heavens,

              we will always remain

              doomed by the gravity

              of our own thoughts.

              I would ask you how blissful it is to float free

              and unencumbered by blood, brain or bone,

              but you have no mouth, no lunar maw

              for hunger or celestial hate, only

              the quiet serenity of a crisp

              and uncaring, ultimately

              unknowable orb.

              Thank you for shining down on me.

              You don’t need to say anything—

              merely, beam as you were,

              sheen as you are,

              moon above,

              me below.  

         -S.E.P.