The Man in the Moon
Read just as a fairytale, told to a simple little girl.
There in front of her deer like eyes
The world was in motion.
Astonished, bemused, although content.
A man she believed lived on the moon
Yes, the man that lived on the moon.
He was so distantly magical
Endearing.
The man in the moon relished, sitting right on the lower crust, as he would smile something handsome.
A smile that emitted across the world
With blossomed cheeks blushing radiantly into the open window of this once simple girl.
She fancies
If perfect were to exist
Then this would be perfection at its most potent instants.
A love so pure
Tiffs with a four-second rebound.
Hands intertwined once again.
Up, up and away
The chilled metal buckets, coarse although enlivening
Its spinning wheel, tempestuous.
Here to visit the heart of this oh so dreamy rapture.
She flies as if an angel with newly given wings
Snow white, covered in feathers that glistened upon all.
So it felt.
Night, dark
Stars brilliantly shinning along the luminous shoreline.
Mouths inhale the cool yet salty Pacific air.
It had a sense of fresh, as it was acquainting.
They look into each other's smitten eyes
Deep but softly
Fanatical
All other existence dissipates, for that sole moment.
Adrenaline pumping to the beat of a hummingbird's heart rate
Arriving at the top, thrashing
As if the small world below were just a mere imprecise dream.
With its monopoly board like appearance, such diminutive shapes
And a kiss that awaits.
It looms anticipation
Right before their lips would gently meet
A bang attends to all ears.
The sky filled with erupting shades
Lights animated, in the smiling October moon.
Silence, beauty, adrenaline, and chaste love
All in one single chaotic, content moment.
Yes the man in the moon
He was flawlessly magical.
He must have lived right dab here
Sealed with a kiss.
Then, now and always
Goodnight my darling.
J.D Marcano, September 2014
