Chasing the Moon

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.” 

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