I noticed as the sky erupted with sole beauty
mystique always at hand, nearby holding court
wide in stride we recognize our humanity
aims high, always illuminations to report.
I do recall as a child in my quiet obstinacy
often a long stare, in wonder of a still glance
until one day a friend mentioned inherent lunacy
saddling mind, compelled by retrospective chance
Would it happen if by the stroke of time infinite
might my world be stricken by such haunting fear.
A child intrigue turned suddenly by life’s merit
toward inhibition, beyond shedding a sweet tear.
Welcome me to a spectacular world where soon
we might all know we may thrive by the moon.