The Man Called The Moon
High in the sky
Sat a man called the moon.
He waited and watched,
Waited and watched.
Waiting, watching for you.
The “moon” he was called,
But no one knew his name.
He waited and watched,
Waited and watched,
Waiting and watching the same.
Of the ocean he said,
“I want to be as bright and as blue”
And so he pushed and pulled,
Pushed and pulled.
Pushing and pulling for you.
Moon swelled and stretched
And sat like a big blue balloon.
He waited and watched,
Waited and watched.
Waiting and watching for you.
Of the earth he said,
“I want to be as large and round,”
So he twisted and turned,
Twisted and turned.
Twisting and turning the ground.
Moon was like a giant open eye
That doubled in size.
He waited and watched,
Waited and watched.
Waiting and watching for you.
But you never noticed.
You spent your time indoors.
You stared at a screen,
Yelled for an encore.
So moon cried like a child.
He cried and shrank.
He shrank and shrunk,
He shrunked and shranked.
Shrinking and shrunking for you.
Soon he was gone
But you still didn’t notice.
Though he cringed and cowered,
Cringed and cowered.
Cringing and cowering but you still didn’t notice.
Then one day you asked
“Where is the moon?”
As if you remembered.
You searched in the sky,
You searched underground.
You searched low and high
You searched round and round.
You searched in the trees
You searched in the city
You searched with keys
You searched the committee
You searched and searched,
Searched and searched.
Searching and searching for him.
Then a light broke the sky.
The clouds parted ways
He twisted and turned
He swelled and swayed
Watching and waiting for your call.
All of this time
He watched and waited,
Watched and waited.
He watched and waited for your call.
And you still didn’t notice.
