The dark and the light. Stories written of land made of cheese, of a man in solitude, of scars and holes.
The full moon just gone, see you again soon, cloud permitting.
The new stars are primed on their rockets. Set to be speeding across the sky. An awful musk lingers.
The moon will always be the moon. Until it becomes the property of few. They might one day own the moon but they will never have what we have. Tales and song. Food in our bellies and drinks flowing free. A cheer and a smile.
To the moon. To the moon. To the moon and back.