Far distant moon,
Lit by reflection from the Sun,
Forgive me if I mourn the lack of light
From other heavenly bodies.
It is childish of me to spurn your glow,
Wishing instead for illumination
From Venus, say.
You let spacemen walk all over you in your past:
Now those interlopers are gone,
Again you inspire fascination with your mystery.
Your green cheese is alluring,
But while I would like to visit you,
I respect your wish for peace
Amid vacuum.
Monday, November 10, 2008
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