Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26084396-20150604070040

 Up here to view the earth in all its wonder

 One must appreciate how distant the world must feel

 The distant fragments of a life far away

 Seems bleak, from the surface of the moon



 Up here the looking at the stars I’m under

 How the do nothing for me

 Call up no sense of joy or curiosity

 They’re dim lights, going out within eternity



 The amusing ideal of the vastness of space

 The view up here leaves many breathless

 Surely God has created a magnificent beauty

 But I ask Why God created such emptiness



 In the time up here I forget how many days have passed

<p class="MsoNormal"> Even in weightlessness, the atmosphere brings a heavy feeling

<p class="MsoNormal"> The loneliness on here is not to be looked past

<p class="MsoNormal"> It seems I am the only living thing within God’s reaching

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Devoid from earth’s life leaves me on the out

<p class="MsoNormal"> On my place here, these feelings I will prune

<p class="MsoNormal"> On this cold, dark, rocky plane

<p class="MsoNormal"> Here, on the surface of the moon

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="page-break-before:always"> The ways go get here are plenty

<p class="MsoNormal"> The destination still the same

<p class="MsoNormal"> The ways of leaving vary

<p class="MsoNormal"> The purpose is still to leave this place

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<p class="MsoNormal"> The monumental feeling of being here forever

<p class="MsoNormal"> It can leave many desperate to escape

<p class="MsoNormal"> The longing of leaving here grows time by time

<p class="MsoNormal"> Each one who leaves, leaves leaving a melancholy chime

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Down on earth, life continues to move onward

<p class="MsoNormal"> Never looking up so much

<p class="MsoNormal"> Never guessing those up there

<p class="MsoNormal"> With no notion of the situation there and such

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Always telling us they’re on our side

<p class="MsoNormal"> They understand, they identify

<p class="MsoNormal"> But the isolation is much too real

<p class="MsoNormal"> To see the stars as we see, they cannot testify

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<p class="MsoNormal"> Sometimes I’d like to go to earth, and see the sun

<p class="MsoNormal"> To watch and wait, for the noon

<p class="MsoNormal"> Instead of here, in the bitter, unending dark

<p class="MsoNormal"> Here, on the surface of the moon <ac_metadata title="On The Surface of the Moon (Poem) (Unreviewed)"> </ac_metadata>