Poetry - A collection of my finest poems

The Man On the Moon

The man on the moon who reached for the stars

Who decided back when he was a just a boy

That he was gonna get up one day and go somewhere far

That he wouldn't stop till he achieved that real joy

 He never looked back once he blew past this world

To a place where he has endless time

Time to just sit meditate and learn

In a place where loneliness is all he could find

So he trots around now looking for a way home 

But in his palace of pure solitude there is no hope

So everyday he writes a letter to his wife in hopes to atone

And waits on death's dark cloak

Now his letters fill the sky and glitter in the night

In hopes that one day someone looking up may see one fall

And come to the moon once more to set things right

So the man on the moon will cease to imaginary anymore