She looked down upon the world A place she watched constantly From her place in the sky In the universe She wondered what it felt like To touch the ground To feel the Earth, the layer of dirt To feel water lapping against you And possibly the wind on your skin Though her skin is made of rock And is in dire need of lotion. She still wished to feel it all. Tonight she was round and bright in the sky. Her skin was paler than usual as well but who would notice? She was only the moon... read more
