Mystical Moon Beams Poem by John Ackerman

who do we seek when the bottom falls out
when you can't even think to dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought
such as the razor's edge we release the stern warning toward one another
look out on a crisp Autumn day until the night to the moon
if we be still the peace will resonate through our very being
my soul permeates the very fabric of my existence
out there many miles to stride in our vast universe the earth's moon
there are beams that spray a scent of vast illumination
learn from the ancients those who have gone before us
realize that we may not be the only residents in the vast scheme of things
each of us can scent a plausible quest to under go
to the strong the will increase in the knowledge
therefore gain wisdom and with all thy getting gain understanding

mankind has reached your destined port in the sky
many a scientist has grazed your surface in their vessel
we can learn so much from outer space as we are destined to live and share
each of us is but a vapor by which we are destined to explore
mystical moon beams come down from the sky
give us pause to sing the sweet sound of a lulabye
we often cry to cover up our coriosity
it is for freedoms such as these that we are headed