found object

by alafoel

Poem for Luna (Are we so great and powerful?)

Luna, you came to visit me.
You came to speak and see,
to talk to me.
Our future prosopography,
everything I can be,
that we can be:
Our little play of humanity.

What can you be?
Little more than a dream.
Drifting off, my never-end.
My only friend, my pretend!
Our pretend, us, us all.
Every one.
Everyone.
Our dream, of us,
the little hopes of community.
The self made by committee,
as our only choice to be.
What are we if we can't be seen?
What are you if never invented?

Are we so great and powerful?
To never fall and fail?
That's not what greatness is, you say.
But to fall and stand back up.
To fail and keep on trying.
To know it never ends and take solace in that.

Are we so great and powerful?
To never need each other?
That's not how power works, you say.
But to exist within a system,
to know that you can depend.
To know that when you leave things will change.

Luna, you came to visit me.
A sea of stars, those stars I see!
A mane so great it could never be.
A voice so powerful, inaudibly.
A hoof that touched my heart inside,
a heart that faded, those tears I cried.
A single wish to fall and divide,
that single wish, the one I lied.
And as I saw that you weren't there,
that time was still, no fear, no care,
I knew myself as only I could.
I knew myself as others would.