The miracle of man in God we trust or not are inconsequential
Opening the shades of my lids and the vinyl front room window
I see the moon and stars just before the burning sun’s arrival
Above in majestic flight her majesty the moon and her amazing survival
The miracle of man and the miracle of life we now know we owe her
For taking the abusive blunt of the blow of an indianite passing stranger
So we’ve launched ourselves into that darkness to gather her shedding light
Particles of dust on a flight of orbit through the freezing void less night
Bringing back pieces of the woman in the moon landing near tranquil seas
To her heart and to her light we make a flight of what can only be
The miracle of man with a mind to bring her back to the heart of her destiny
“The Moon” the quiet pieces of Earth’s last shedding tears
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(Haiku 17 syllables)
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Moonshine gleaming
Earth shedding tears
Light hugs our night
