The Moon and the Poet

The moon that made the sky its home one sad and lonely eve bemoaned and softly cried aloud "why did the lovers leave?" they turned the forests back for miles and drained all of the lakes the mean ole mayor clasped his hands “let’s cash in whate’er it takes” the town that once had been so small was now just like a city the moon was forced to watch it all in sense of somber pity years passed the moon slept long in smoke and lights of men in dreams one day to see a change where love would shine again the drive-in held the moon in awe, Travolta there would climb into the sky and proudly sing but the lights would die each time "if you kill the cars' exhaust I'd be your only light drive-ins would be dreamy I'd be your awesome sight" not one adhered to Moon's request so soon he lost his voice and slept again until a time for when he’d have no choice he woke one night long after that and saw a lake was built he shone far down and cast his light 'pon world that made him wilt "why this could be a meeting place for lovers to come and play and I can light the waves for them when night turns from it’s day" so the moon was quite well recharged from years of sleep and sulking it shone passed all the smoke and haze to see who’s hearts were skulking months did pass and not one would come those that fished would soon be gone when stars would show up with the moon they’d always be back at dawn this one last night the moon would cry he heard a mighty sound as if a giant heard of beasts had come to tear the ground the park was full around the lake from every side it went and the moon, for this, raised its light to shine through every tent some people pointed to night's sky the moon was full of pride “leave all your cars as offerings and I will never hide!” then just under, there was a noise a BOOM and then the cheers of all the people watching him he’d waited many years mushroomed sparkles soon peppered down and children whooped their delight no one had come to see the moon who was always there at night when the finale was bout o’er the moon began to sob doors were closing and engines revved not one said “Moon, good job” later as the moon was weeping and dimmed his lights thus so a poet walked into the night so sad that he must go the moon looked down and through his tears “please don’t leave” he cried that night “I must,” the poet softly sighed “for twas you, my only light.” the Moon woke up and shined on down and the poet sat and cried for some can see what others don’t in beauty, they both had spied Written June 23rd, 2001 © on Jun 23 2001 03:42 PM PST   0 • 12