Sometimes looking up at the stars I get depressed.
They seem to be in such a sad state, shining yes, but never really finding themselves in the vast void of black.
Yet when I look to the moon I find hope for the stars, hope for man.
The moon seems to set the stars in place, every one of us.
All so appropriate.
It sets the standard of beauty while extracting beauty out of this myriad of lesser lights.
This lesser light.
The moon tells us calmly, don't worry; you don't have to be great, im already everything for you.
The moon.
Like a big blue lighthouse, like a teacher; a friend.
The moon.
The moon.
The moon,
and me.
Friday, March 16, 2007
The moon
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If the moon shines so true,
why is it so blue?
you see the stars know the tale,
that the moon is quite pale.
you see without the sun,
the moon would be no fun.
ahh
your added analogy is perfect.
sun = _____
moon = ______
stars = ______
its quite nice, quite nice indeed...
i usually miss a piece to the analogical puzzle, thanks scotty =)
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