I am the Moon

I am the moon there, hanging limp in the night.

I am gray, neither shadow nor light.

The sky covers parts of me, here and there,

But I long to be exposed, from my feet, to my heart, to my hair.

When will the full moon shine?

They say it's once a month, I say it's never,

To be seen as I am, in my entirety,

And full of craters,

That alone,

Would cut the rope.

The noose would loosen,

I

Could

Fall,

Down

Through the

Stratosphere,

Straight to the Earth.

I'd make a chasm as wide as three oceans,

Or as deep as Hell,

You'd see me then, smiling in the rubble,

Swallowing up the daydreams in frantic gasps

To make up for all the lives I've lost.

So peel back the sky,

And roll back the clocks.

Let every crater of me shine;

Let the stars sit and mock.