The Ma’am in the Moon

When I walk through that final door,

I long to step onto the surface

Of a blood red moon,

Where all the Earth’s new days’ promises

And passing days’ done deeds

Can only be observed

By those who still breathe. 

This declaration of humanity’s best intents,

Even unto the last sliver of light.

May I romp on for all time,

Floating joyfully from peak to peak,

Exploring the nethermost depths of each crater,

Polishing rocks as I go,

My smile paramount to the light given off

By this celestial orb of night,

To be seen by the children of all places,

For these are the souls that must be inspired.

And someday young stargazers

Might look upon this spectacular satellite,

Their hearts swelling with brighter promises,

Prompting a genesis of future, earnest purpose 

For healing the world,

And call to mom, call to dad,

Come and look, come and see,

The beautiful lady on the beautiful blood red moon tonight.