Nighttime crashes over us
the setting sun, the rising moon
cold air lacing every breath
the warmth of light has left too soon.
Stars blooming through the clouds
blinking on like car headlights
North Star, Big Dipper, Centurion
my breath stolen by the glorious sight.
Sitting with the man in the moon
I close my eyes and imagine
seeing earth from high above
how could anything be tragic?
Brightest sea, swirling grey clouds
artificial lights pinpoint cities
each dot a million people seen
from this distance all is at peace.
Does he see the calm,
the newborn babies’ sighs?
Does he see the harm,
her father’s empty lies?
As the whole world spins on its axis
hurricane brewing in the east
the birthday party with no guests
does he see only peace?
Is he the peace?
Is he the pieces fallen apart?
Is he the glue to make whole?
Was he the end, or was he the start?
The answer’s hard to find
when you’re only one part of the dot
but to him it’s easy to understand
to him each one is the biggest part.
No matter the distance
no matter the pain
he’s not just a man on the moon
watching us to feel entertained.
Beautiful despite our flaws
we are swirling seas in his eyes
rushing rapids, whispering wind
each one a beautiful sight.
Oh, cold night once lonesome
unlovable, unworthy
people forever leaving, now He stays
despite the darkness, there is peace.