The moon. So high up, so alone, so beautiful. I love to look up and see it, dream about it, dream upon it. Lighting the night, the way. Just another planet in the sky, in the universe. No habitants, just floating on by. What's your purpose? What are you all about? It's just a mystery. Just like the universe you are in, we are all in. I think I'd like to keep it that way. I think I'd like to keep wondering, keep dreaming. Keep looking up and asking, "what's it all for?" And just keep basking in the light that it keeps shedding in the darkness.
© the wanderer