Man on the Moon

The man on the moon is always keeping his mystery; the only witness to my acts of good and bad. 

He sometimes smiles down, other times frowns; and when I cry, he casts his ethereal glow on my glistening tears.

The man on the moon holds his presence; when the stars fall down to us, he keeps his head high, bringing a light in the dark no candle can bring.

I am envious of his confidence; to shine so brightly in the inky-poisoned night sky.

The man on the moon, forever holding his mystery.