Mountains Of The Moon Poem by Nick Kler

Far
Upon the mountains of the moon
Hangs, years of our youth
On a clear starlit night
They seem so close
You think you can touch them
but you can't
So you try and scream
But they can't listen

Flickering stars
Dancing fireflies
They refuses to console
Our aching souls
Every night

Who would do a thing so cruel?
Snatch away a part of you
Just to wave it back at you
Every time you are feeling
A little blue

It kills you a little
Every time