||[Oct. 7th, 2003|08:45 pm]
Beyond our reach, but in our domain,
lies a world of distant plains.
A desolate world of silvery hue,
and a surface free from rains.
It lies deserted in the sky,
Unpopulated. Very dry.
No water stirs a dream of life,
but unstirred water knows not stife.
No soldiers die in battle there,
on battle fields, or arms of care,
and silver fields of never flood,
spill not one ounce of human blood.
It circles Earth just once a month,
and pulls on it with thirst,
and oceans ebb and flow in tides,
last crescent to the first.
We water creatures of the Earth,
can fight and cry and burst our girth,
but the moon revolves in gentle flow,
... it has no place but Earth to go.
Bob Bain 10th. February 1993