How much would you pay to go to the moon?
Thank you for your offer, but the Moon is lunatic—
she dances to tides no mortal can command,
whispers in riddles, and changes her face
before the truth can catch its breath.
She is temptation wrapped in silver,
a mirror for the dreamer and the mad alike—
and I shall not pledge my soul
to her shimmering uncertainty.
My Arr
The Faces of the Moon
She is Moody
With the Moon


