Man On The Moon

• Chloe Wunsch-carpenter
• Poetry
• 2011

Pale as the spirit we call Death,
Round as the glowing sun, your sister
Around earth you go, so slowly until meet again,
Different times you rise
Different spaces that you fall,
Only you can smile that white, sickly, dead smile at me.
 
You are as alive as the air that we so calmly breathe in,
You shine brightly as a white fire, that warms our hearts,
Your shimmering reflection is, caught in the depths of water,
You open the night flowers of earth, with the pale rays of your light,
You lift my spirits when I see your smiling face,
Only you can smile that white, sickly, dead smile at me.

Deep circles, warm as my heart on that beautiful summer night,
But dark and cold as my soul on that deadly summer night,
Your long hair shone brightly, glowing down upon me, on that pale summer night,
Your hair, pale white, thin and barley visible wrapped around me, on that calm summer night,
Your voice, as calm and softly as the wind, beckoned to me, on that silent summer night,
Only you can smile that white, sickly, dead smile at me.
 
I see you, you see me, we see them, and they see us,
But it’s just you and me in this freighting, beautiful summer night,
The man in the moon, full of sorrow to watch the world,
Full of peace on his deserted little island,
Happy to see us, Deadly to feel us,
My Dear, only you can smile that white, sickly, dead smile at me.