Man in the Moon
This curved
moon kicks and strides
In time with
a streak of stars
Glittering
on pitch-black shores.
He slumbers
still, doesn’t stir,
This sprightly
Man in the Moon
Whose
sole function is to study
Humanity,
nature, this full globe,
Nurturing
each deserving thing.
He dreams
of peace and love,
Wraps it
up in a melancholy song,
Peeling off
hate, pain and cruelty.
He
annihilates guns and strife,
Changing
them into wildflowers.
He revives
each extinct species,
And protects
the ones remaining.
He halts
cancers of the body,
Pathogens
of the glorious mind.
And in this
arc of the silvery moon,
In wistful
slumber he creates
A perfected
version of it all.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, June 17, 2020
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thanks for commenting :)