Sitting on the Moon
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It is spectacularly beautiful
Spun like a Christmas ornament
On a tree lit by the stars
One of so very many
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Evils become small
And factions fall away
Into the nothingness beyond
Blown by stellar winds
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A fragile orb of blue and white
Imperfectly perfect
As distance gives safety
From the troubles in the dirt
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Making snow angels in the dust
That traces every moment touched
A lifeless place from which to see
All that life can be, save unity
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I never want to leave this place
See the horrors face to face
When the world looks so perfect
Sitting on the moon
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
A great poetic imagination, and if moon can ever share a bit of atmosphere from earth, I would suggest this work to be inscribed on the surface moon, like an ode. As usual wonderfully imaginative Brad. 👌😊
Thank you, my friend! To see our world form there would be the view of a lifetime!
It will be Brad, it happened once, it will happen again.
“Fly me to the moon, and let me play among the stars…” Of course, there is also “This is ground control to Major Tom…” All I know is that, if you’re going, you’d better be taking me along!
I would want to be anywhere you were not close to me. Love you sis!
A great place to be and looking down on all going on here –
Thanks Beth. Location, location, location.
What a magical sight that be! Beautifully written, as always!
Put that on your bucket list! 😁🚀
If only!
This is so beautifully written Brad. So creative.
“Evils become small
And factions fall away
Into the nothingness beyond”
I love this stanza Brad and your ending is perfect.
Hope you are having a great Sunday and staying safe my friend. Sending bundles of love and hugs.
Love ya 💕🤗❤️🦋🌹Jonikins
Blown by stellar winds
Thank you dearest Jonikins!
Always my pleasure to read you Brad. Have a great week. Jonikins 💕🤗❤️🦋🌸🌼
perhaps all we need to do is to change our perspective to see things in a different light…
Perhaps…
Definitely it is a must to sit on that moon every once in a while and look beyond to the earth below. Great work my friend!
F.
From a distance wispy trees haunt. Might there be many blue ornaments in a branching universe with wisps of galaxies spinning thin promises in stellar winds, but then, yes, perhaps, somewhere is a stellar personality like a Hollywood star falling into grace, who inhabits a planet with a garden of angels and they, being of sound spirit, make Christmas cookies and pizza with a devil-may-care attitude jumping about like a friendly ghost who knows wispy things that bump in the kindly night.
A lovely premise Doug. Thanks for reading and commenting!