Moon Poem by Chaotic Life aka Curly Mer

To B.B

The moon opened it's skull tonight
As night cut through it like a smooth delicate fruit
The silent stream flowed through it's opening
Searching for that noticeable big star
You often so eloquently and fondly spoke about.
But this time it was not there.
It ran far beyond the desert of darkness and twinkles of the little stars...
Didn't you promise that it'll be there
Forever
Approaching the moon as the years go by
Until it finally conjoined?
It seems like you were wrong, yet again,
No star that big and bright would ever fall for the damaged, gray, lonesome moon.