Me In The Moon Poem by Richard Jarboe

Oowee, standing by,
On guard duty in the sky,
Moon staring me back in the face,
Til dawn and gone without a trace.

There are no words that can describe,
The words I can't remember.
There are no scenes I can describe,
Where I've never been.

All I have tonight is the moon,
And it's a blue moon at that,
All I got is what remains,
In the dark smothered in moonlight.

No car, no worries, no rest,
Just a bit of time in the night,
Still trying to do my best,
To get back to sleep before daylight.

I'm reminded of the words given me,
By a guy I hardly knew,
Thinking about a deal in China,
And the language about it too.

I think about the amount words,
I ever used through time,
Some of them paid off I guess,
Some not worth a dime.

A full moon is like a clock,
Not months but minutes tick by,
Sometimes when I'm drunk,
I see two moons in the sky.

I point my finger to the moon,
To eclipse it just for fun,
My finger can make the moon go away,
And I'll do it later with the sun.