A million couples, holding hands
Beneath your loving light
Their hearts would share your mystery,
Their silhouette, your night.
Now, man was meant to travel,
From oldest, barefoot trail,
To conestoga wagon,
To Iron Horse and rail.
Once he rode upon the clouds,
The universe was his
The Rocket ship left Earth behind
To answer nature’s quiz
But I prefer to just pretend
That science doesn’t know
Your barren surface, basalt rock,
Or gray, volcanic flow.
What is this lovely, silver orb?
Sometimes a yellow hue,
At times a mighty orange ball
When first it comes to view.
Do I see a face up there?
Jolly and obese?
Will we ever know for sure
If you’re made of cheese?
I’ll just sit content and hold
My sweetheart in your glow
The way they did in days of old
Before they HAD to know!
