A View From Moon Poem by Alexander Foald

As our thoughts run across the hall
Down to the street, welcoming the festival
People wearing mask fill up the empty corners
Not letting even one spot make another color

Fear, don’t come to me now
All we see now is an endless dream breaking through
As I figure out what’s been holding me back
Hearts keep calling each other with names from space

An astronaut, a rocket brother, a god-made planet
I’m looking down to your children and watch them grow
Can even a god create such lovely world for living?
Asks the mortal astronaut inside his spacesuit

By my side, here and on
Don’t put in your glass before we made it home
The sun is breaking and the stars will be gone
Until the morning comes, I’ll let you stay a little longer