I walked, bright sun upon my back, towards penumbra hills
My path through dim lit shadows which the inky darkness kills.
And now our star is hidden, no more rays of glinting light,
Just glimmers from the cosmos to adorn the constant night.
No one from Earth can see me, on this darkened lunar plain
No questioning of thoughts or deeds to form my life’s refrain.
I’m safe away from world of woes, but know I am alone
I seek to build a ship to sail where cosmic winds have blown.
No earthly eyes to witness my escape, they cannot see
The dark side of the moon assists, so little gravity.
In leaving, pangs of sorrow, for the life I’ve left behind
I was just a tiny candle light, to which the world was blind.
By James Geehring