Today the moon is but a speck,
A little glitter in the sky.
I want to see the moon
One last time, one more.
So I turn to mind, the tall one.
I ask what I should do.
He tells me to stay in the
Gray room.
He says to forget about
The moon, not to reach.
Unsatisfied, I ask body, the strong one.
He tells me to reach for
The moon and follow my
Heart.
My heart is the key.
It took me a while to figure out body's ending riddle.
But I have figured out how
To open the bloody door.
I walk up to the door,
With the boards covered in blood.
And I say for all of the gray walls to hear:
I love her.
I watch as the boards fall,
And the blood melts away.
The door swings open,
Revealing the surface of
The moon.
I walk onto the moon,
I kneel down and pick up some white sand,
When I look up there she is,
The lady on the moon,
My moon.
She is wearing a white dress,
Almost as white as the sand,
Or her pale skin.
Her eyes pierce my emotion,
And I just want to stare into them.
With her magical voice
She says:
"Oh, It's you."
I am very confused.
She stands before me,
Almost surprised that I came for her.
Then from behind her
Comes a bulky white space suit.
The man within removes his helmet
And kisses my moon Hello.
I see that I am too late.
I can't reach for the moon.
It would be cruel to
Steal the moon from who reached her first.
I turn my back on
The moon and the space man.
I walk into the gray.
Laying in the last sliver of light
Is a note reading:
Only these walls will love you
Forever.
I finally give up as the gray fills the
Last bit of color.
The gray world has back their God.
