The Purpose Of The Moon

 What is the purpose of the moon,

to give the sailor tides?

Or is it to make the lovers swoon

in its fragile glow where grace abides?

Is it perhaps a beacon

for those who travel in the night

that they find what they are seeking

beneath its lime-green light?

What did the Good Lord have in mind 

when He fashioned it in space?

Is it there so we might find

lost history of this Earthly place,

or does He rest there for awhile,

watching us with loving smile?

Two notes...furst, the lime-green light reference alludes to Frederick Remington's discovery that nocturnes could only be made convincing by giving moonlight a lime tinge.

Second, the moon's selenography preserves...perhaps...the primordial history of Earth, erased by aeons of weather.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is WORSHIP.

I knew a dude who worshipped nights

in the glowing of the moon,

smoked weed to see some holy sights,

and I thought he was a loon,

'cause that big block of green cheese 

that circles in the sky

can't give grace or sweet release 

however hard the stoners try

to make it way more than it is,

some night-time personality,

run by some weird Oz-like wiz

all caught up in banality.

But if that is where they wanna go,

well, it ain't my rodeo.

Sylvia likes the moon. Its light reminds her of vanilla ice cream.