by Louis Ariki Tait
Hello Moon, how do you do?
I’d like to come and see you
Your gravity pulls the waters in me
Conjuring a fantastic type of lunacy
When you’re up there at night
So distant and pale and bright
Are you aware of your luminosity?
Or can you only see
The black night and the distant galaxy?
Then comes the cold hard light of day
And you could so easily fade away
Though in my mind sleeve your image burns bright
And I yearn for the night.