To Be Like The Moon

Staring out at the moon reflected on the water,
It’s just resting there…
Like it couldn’t care about anything,
Like nothing could bother it…
I wonder what it would be like to become like the moon.
Not caring…
I look at the water at my feet,
How easy it would be just to let go,
To dive in,
To forget everything…
But then I think of all that I leave behind.
How they hurt…
I bend over,
Select a disk.
Then fling it into the abyss
I watch it fly over the rippling surface…
Defying the very law of nature,
But even the strongest must succumb to the pull
As it sinks below I again turn to the moon,
Oh to be like the moon…
To be free,
Away from all care, hurt, or regret.
A droplet falls, two, three.
I stand up as the heaven shed the tears that I cannot…
That I will not…
How hypocritical of me.
To refuse to shed a tear when I tell others how they can heal…
Oh to be like the moon…
I turn away as the reflection is drowned in all the tears…
Maybe I’ll fight a little longer.
I walk in the dark,
Toward what is called the light…
The morning clouds weep even harder,
Lamenting my loss…
Which was never my gain,
Oh to be like the moon…