There was a man who chased the moon.
He said it was for love.
I chased him round until we flew,
The ground beneath us gone.
The stars all looked like splintered glass
With emptiness between.
I asked him why we floated so.
He said it was for love.
A floating, wandering, unkempt love
In search of a lost moon.
He said the ground was too below,
And us, we’re too far gone.
This love is new and rich, I thought,
Unlike I’ve ever seen.
She’s chased and chased, but never caught.
I asked him why he cared.
“Unsafe, unknown, and wild, this love,
But would you ever know?
Her smile at night and pale, white light
I’d rather chase than forgo.”
