Moonlight slowly wipes across prairie and low
Into the town past the old cobbled crow.
Up the fields and into its night
The moon so strong flaring its light. Read more »
Breath the crisp, never clearer night air
Every movement crashing louder then the last Red
Everthing is heard, but the thought of such has past
Shadows fall, as if Charlets child had drawn alone
You climb, never closer
Higher then the beginning
Lighter then the first
Closer to the angels, the tinny angels
You fall, down clothed in the white of a sinners joy
Up to the pearl your windows stare
Surrownded by the sky,
A sky seen by every angel,
Molded by every pearl
Pearl among the angels
Crisped by the truth,
And wider then Galileo
Gone is the beginning
Farther are the angels
The second has come
But never smaller the pearl
Am I on?
Alright, alright. So...um...like....
Tell us what you found on your recent adventure to the dark side of the moon.
Oh! Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course. Um, so like recently I went on this like supercool adventure to like the dark side of the moon, or something really sciencey like that, and like the freeze dried ice cream is probably the worst stuff you've like ever tasted, and...
Jean? Slow down, and tell us about stuff that actually matters to our listeners.
Right, right. You guys probably don't want to hear about my freeze dried ice cream.
No, we don't.
Alright, so I'll tell you something really sciency about the stuff we did on the moon. Um...come to think of it, I've actually forgotten all of the sciency stuff we did. But we did find an empty bag of goldfish floating around up there. I wonder how that got there!
Uh-huh. That's really fascintating. Can someone please tell me why we did this interview live? She's messing us all up!
Well, I'm sorry but what's more interesting to your listeners than finding empty snack bags floating around in outer space?
Did you learn anything while you were up there?
Oh, yeah! Lot's of really cool stuff that you never woulda known if you didn't go up there and experience it yourself.
Could you give us an example? Read more »
From my vantage point out of what the humans think is a crater called Copernicus, I can see the whole Earth, magnified as it is by the high-tech lenses I designed. It looks so peaceful. Nothing like what I remember it being like. What I remember is us Velociraptors, as the humans call us, getting smarter and smarter, building thinks, doing science, creating societies. And we made weapons for our many simultaneous wars.
Eventually we had killed off most other dinosaurs by accident or because of our greed, and the whole Earth was engaged in our third world war. By this time, every group of dinosaurs on the planet had enough weaponry to kill the entire planet twice over. On an international peace holiday, something malfunctioned, and in the midst of all the celebration, one of the biggest bombs in the world went off, and in one day, our entire civilization was destroyed. At the time, I was in space taking a break from operating a military surveillance satellite, and I got to watch the whole dreadful spectacle from above. Read more »
I don’t know what I was expecting to be in that room. I only had a theory because I had no idea what could possibly be so important that it had to be kept a secret from everyone. I expected whatever was in the room to be related to the moon, stars and universe. I only thought that because of the door. Why put a door with the moon and stars outside of something that came from deep within the Earth. Read more »
What if all your life you’ve only ever known one thing? What would happen if you had to leave all that? Would you be happy for a change? Or would you cry your heart out for the familiar sites? Those are the questions that have raced through my mind for the last day. I had never even thought about these things until I made one mistake.
I was curious.
I looked into a room where no one was allowed. Forbidden to even the highest of authorities. No one knew what was behind the oak doors. The doors with beautiful carvings of the moon and stars that made people stop and admire them. The Moon Trance it was called, but no one thought or even cared about what was behind those grand doors. I had always been curious about them though. I would sit for hours and admire the carvings and think about what could possibly be on the other side and why no one was allowed to see it. Read more »
The Earth is my only neighbor; she never really talks to me, though. She just floats over there, spinning and spinning, always big, always beautiful. Her clouds swirl over her blue and green surface, sometimes creating big whirlpools that sweep over her before disappearing. Sometimes I can see her volcanos erupting and spewing ash and smoke far across her. I wonder what that would be like. I don’t have any volcanos. In fact, I have a very plain appearance. Just silvery grey and pockmarked from the countless times I’ve been hit by huge rocks that come from far away. Sometimes I wonder why she bothers to keep me around; I don’t feel like I’m very good company. Most of the time I just sit here and imagine what talking to the Earth would be like. I imagine she has a very pretty voice, and sometimes she’s really funny. I think I’d like her. I wonder what she is thinking about under her nice atmosphere and all those pretty clouds. Maybe she’s thinking about me! Maybe she thinks all the time how much she’d like to meet me, the Moon. How we would have long conversations, talk about interesting things…Maybe she imagines me being funny and nice, too! But probably not. Why would she think about me? I’m just a big round chunk of rock. I don’t have water, I don’t have life, and I don’t even have an atmosphere! Then one time, pretty recently, I could feel this great big thing coming up behind me. I felt how big it was, how fast it was moving. Read more »
Draped in a window frame,
Watching the ever-changing
White face of the moon.
Starlight a light kiss
Upon his alabaster skin.
The chilling wind
Whispers the secrets of the world,
As he stares
Into a black + white void
And dreams of eternity.
"Such a lonely death, all by himself." "It was by his own hands." "Yes, I guess that was all the people he needed." "Hmm" Wind lightly tugged at their clothes. She whispered in their ears, sending light shivers down their spines. She kissed their cheeks, running her fingers through their hair. "Suppose he wanted someone there? To stop him. Maybe to comfort him during his passing." Sun dipped lower over the horizon, making way for his sister; Moon. The two siblings could never get along, they always had to be in separate parts of the sky. Two gods of death stood side by side as Sun cast his last few flickers of light over the world below. "Is this how it feels to be human?" Ash asked, twisting her hands while staring at the body before her. "I suppose," was Eric's response. "There is a certain feel to it all. Life, I mean." "Hmm?" "Lonely. If one never finds their other half. But so beautiful at the same time." "Huh." Sister Moon peeked over the hills. She rapidly danced her way into the sky, happy to give her soft light to those below. "It's peculiar. That is the word. Unpredictable." "I guess you're right." The stars followed in Moon's path, swirling and dancing. Lighting up the dark places their mother's light simply could not reach. "Eric?" "Yeah?" "Suppose things were different." "How do you mean?" "What if Sun and Moon got along?" "What are you talking about?" "Would they stand in the sky together, or would they stay apart, simply to give their light to those unable to live without it? Read more »
Part 1: Silence Whispers
Down I path I strode
Through the forest grove
Many choices lay before me
Many decisions lay behind
From the sky above me soft rain fell down
Strewn across my path were
A dozen purple flowers all dimpled of the moon
The cobwebs of my life trailed across my face
As they were swept away anew
The time for constant has been lost,
Breathed the ever-changing wind
The time for certainty is gone,
Sighed the chancy rain
The time for safety is not now,
Gurgled the rushing stream
Will you take this path,
They all cried out as one
To the forever changing, uncertain, dangerous unknown?
Or will you come ne'er this way again.
I stood and thought and thought some more
And decided what was best;
To walk the edge of dreams,
Or share a common fate?
I chose my way and the voices brushed my ears once more,
Your old life is over,
They rang out
Now let us begin again.
Shining silver light
Trickling down the tree trunks
Pooling on the forest floor
Then rising again
On the backs of howls
Ringing through the lonely trees
Streaming through the darkness
Shaping the shadows
To the moon's desire
I'll never forget how the moon shone that night.
It was only a crescent, but it was enough.
Cars passed by, and as we sliced the low-lying clouds
we were as alone as we ever will be.
I reached for my coffee, but you caught my hand,
fingers intertwining in the pattern they've practiced so often before.
Slumber turned to smile, and the crinkle flowed through your beard,
up to sideburns
weaving with brown curls, soft in the warm night air.
I do not know if other people saw it yesterday, but the moon was beautiful. It was about 10:40 when I went out to look at it. I decided to bring my camera to try and take pictures. I got a couple ones that were okay, but it is hard to take a good picture. Then I thought to myself, pictures are worth a thousand words. It is a phrase that we hear often but it is true. For an example, I could sit here and try to describe the moon for you. BUT it would be nothing like actually seeing it. There is just no way to get that much detail about something so beautiful. Read more »
Riddled with craters,
The moon is bright
So bright, that it hides any stars near it.
The moon changes shape and brightness
Sometimes it is dim, slim, and slender
Other times it is full, bright and large
The moon starts as a Wolf
Snow moon A
Sap moon N
Pink moon D
Strawberry moon C
Thunder moon H
Corn moon A
Harvest moon N Read more »
The sky seems as though it shall be forever gray.
And never to be that perfect blue again.
And the sun will never dare to shine.
Or peak behind the dismal clouds.
The only thing that will be bright in our sky,
is the lonesome moon,
and it's fellow stars.
as thought is seems,
we will experiencing eternal rain.
And lasting thunder,
pounding against the ever dampening earth.
The moon is a gentleman. Elegant and quiet. Peaceful and caring. But he never has any company. He is lonely and longing for a wife and family. He feels as nobody appreciates him because nobody ever sees him. He watches couples taking walks and talking and falling in love with is light. But he wanted a love of his own. Read more »
Purple fluffy clouds
Bleeding crimson light across the autumn sky
Covering the golden light
Fading quickly to deep blue
Lady Moon rises, spilling silver light
Until she is swallowed by dark clouds
Who rule the night
Talk (Across the Universe)
Funny thing is,
You’re no longer near
But when the sun is gone, I don’t have a fear
You are here
If we could yell across the universe,
Oh, the things that would burst
From these lips of ours
We’d be free of these bars
I would tell you all I know
Of our planet down below
You’d tell me how all goes up there
The moon by your side, floating in air
I would stare
The stars we would wake
Before the orange daybreak
The galaxies would turn and stare
But I wouldn’t mind, not with you there. Read more »
Nighttime falls, as I sit outside
The moon a tiny crescent peeks out from the clouds.
Crickets chirp as the night air-cools.
A first star twinkles in the sky.
Dancing across the sky as it fly’s through the night.
I wish upon a shooting star.
When I look out the window
I see a million lights,
shining down on earth.
Even tough the stars are exploding
A million years ago,
and we see them now,
they are still beautiful,
and not to mention far away.
I also see big bright star,
but that’s no star; that’s our moon
where we had been dreaming to get to,
since the start of mankind,
and finally after many attempts, some fatal,
we reached the moon.
The first man on the moon,
Neil Armstrong, said a quote,
a quote that would not be forgotten,
“This is a small step for man, a giant leap for mankind.”
Those words are forever remembered and will continue to be,
but I also see space or the final frontier.
Someday we will travel through space and beyond.
I also see a key to our survival,
but someday will cause our downfall:
Unless we can travel to those stars and beyond,
because the sun will one day explode and destroy our galaxy,
so we’re not as individual countries. Read more »
By Shania Perham
Clarendon Elementary School, Grade 5
The sun shines and gives us light
The moon shows it's time to tuck our blankets warm and tight
The stars shine and twinkle at night
The rain is falling; drip-drop, drip-drop -- what a great sight
Different weathers and different colors
That's the way of nature.
Sun to Moon
By Linnea Eddy
Vergennes Elementary School, Grade 4
Burning, shining, blinding,
Seeker, sky. Glider, gray
Glowing, darkening, circling,
Jimi and Me
I fealt like I ate one of those glowing stars from the Mario game i was playing. I could taste color. I hopped into my little brother's racecar shaped bed with Jimi Hendrix, and we flew towards the moon. We turned the radio up really loud and cruised though the clouds. We drove straight to the moon. We turned around to look at the world, but it was gone.
I was dreaming of course, I wasn't high, because teens shouldnt get high.
Playing, Singing, Dancing,
Playground, School, Room,Bed,
Sleeping, Dreaming, Snoring,
Trees and the Seven Seas
I wish I could give you the ocean,
the moon and the trees,
the lakes, and the seven seas.
I wish I could give you the hills,
the valleys and the sun,
the fields and flowers by the ton.
look until you find it,
not once, but twice,
because it’s all there.
She licks her lips and takes a delicate nibble of the silver moon that enters her mouth.
Fog forms around the
crescent, that hangs in the darkened sky.
She throws her head back and laughs, tears stream down and fall onto the dark blanket of night, forming droplets that shine to perfection.
The fog shifts gliding over that
And she reaches, searches, for its light,
she blows on the black blanket, the fog shifts and the silver crescent reappears. She reaches for that
crescent, feeling her finger trace the smooth lining edges; her finger trails down its curve and she pulls away quickly.
She cries out,
the sky rumbles,
blood trickles down her finger, crashing down the black blanket of the sky.
Pouring down to the earth.
crescent, floats in the sky,
shining as the grumble of the storm prolongs. Read more »
I see the earth through my soul
From every angle, it seems more beautiful.
The earth sparkles to me
And I to it.
And the creatures on it
I share the sky with my brothers,
We shine together as one - to make one proud
To impress my brother Earth
It can get lonely, or sad, when no one comes by
Once a meteor cousin comes
Or a friend from a different galaxy.
But then they came.
The two legged creatures.
My brother's best friends.
The kind people
Not tortuous like the asteroids.
But the humans chose me
The thrill of fitting in suceeded.
I saw these humans once
I saw them twice.
And in my lava center
I felt warmer than before.
And I had see the world, my brother
With all the glory
Through my soul
I saw the brilliant shining earth
All its beauty
And I'm the moon.
She comes awake, not quite too soon,
and throws her blue silk
all the way up high.
She spins across the silver moon
And giggles as she throws
the stars into the sky.
This poem came from the "and giggles as she throws/ the stars into the sky" line. I'm not sure about the first stanza, so any comments/help would be appreciated! Thanks!
It was quite amazing tonight.
A moon so bright.
Half empty, half full?
I could still feel the taste of his breath
On my lips.
I couldn't talk through such
Decided to just lay down
into the cool grass
I tumbled through and through.
like a lingering butterfly