The Moon Laughs

The moon sits on her black velvet drape.
Yesterday she smiled for the sweethearts,
Winked at the wonderer,
Laughed with the lunatic.
The Moon laughs

She sat beyond the reach of the children.
A crystal ornament on the mantle of heaven.
Up on high so that all would see,
Above, secure, in peace.
The Moon laughs.

Once, in awe and wonder the children sat.
Mesmerized by the immaculate orb.
They spoke to her, sang to her,
Reached out to her.
The Moon laughs.

But then they pulled on the velvet cloth.
Their little Michelin Men climbed the sky.
On a ladder of fire, ascended, reached,

Touched.

Now these children who have soiled their sandpit,
Now, with grubby little hands, they reach
To touch the virgin beauty.
To feel it, to hold it,
To play, to use,
To use,
To...

The Moon laughs no more.

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